0005

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I come,
I go.
I’m here,
I disappear.
It’s nothing personal.
An unconventional fear-
I love
I loathe
I know,
I adhere .
A strange conversation
Made conveniently clear-
I choke
I breathe
I am strong
I am weak
A twisted desire
weak after week-

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