you want me
only because you
wanted me
a year a month
a day ago
it’s in the blood
the way it
boils up
and tells us
go for that
one, it’s in
the blood
the way
it beats and
goes on beating
how you said
I’m not sure
anymore
and
knew
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This is a very brief interesting poem, written with passion and simple diction.