Your voice is like a cold wind on my exposed heart

It plunges through me like Brutus’ dagger

Your words settles in my soul like hot syrup

They run through my veins like ragweed porcupines

Your stare penetrates my being like I was a hollow man

You shut me out like a priest shuts out the devil

But yet, you have my soul, It hover over you like a guardian angel

It attempts to protect you from the world, from yourself

And still you don’t acknowledge me

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