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I was poison once
slippery and sideways then
a tragic moment of indiscretion
elongated and drawn out
taken for granted
begged for and then released
then picked back up again
deepened until discarded
double fault and sides wrong
it takes two to tango
and it does not make a right
so I write
giving myself permission
to mourn the loss of my power
yet still too powerful
to be brought down
still immuned to my own
and to that of others
they run from me
or smack face into walls
force fields of my being
knowing I was poison
and that as such
I am my own antidote
.
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