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Dissatisfaction

Fingers reach from a corpse,


calling for retrospection.
Look at me when I'm speaking to you.
Pupils dialate within the green,
pleading for acception.
Don't you walk away from me.
Muscles twitch under the skin,
ready to run. Ready to flee.
Get out of my house.
The heart beats no longer
but it aches for forgiveness.

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