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Her presence lingers
Like the tendrils of her scent
Repellant
Like a fog of insecticide
From the center of her blackness
Life is sucked out in a vortex
She remains
Mentally … emotionally
Draining
The specter of her being
Snakes its way in to the soul
Takes away all Joy
Happiness subsides
Becomes myth
In her presence
LIFE stops
Breaking
Shards of sharp glass
Biting … painful … bleeding
I scream
Rant
Rave
As my Beloved quietly seethes
Go home imposter
Be gone



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