Untitled Poem by hannah hatfield
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Is that what you thought?
Were your words true?
Or was the slow slither of hatred
just easier to mouth
easier than the raw feeling of the truth.
I thank you really.
The poison slept in my veins
Maybe I should have given in
to the numbing feeling
and let myself drift off peacefully
like you did
Sunday, May 9, 2010
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