what was held so close as easily cast asunder
no more feelings of kindness, the only drag you
under. What was once loved so dearly, has now
become the object of hatred. I know you
better than anyone, I know you better than I
know myself. Female cassinova, draw them
close, throw them away. I know you
better than one might think, I know your
kind, sweet scents, sweet looks, bitter cold
inside. There are no words for the depths to
which you'll sink. Words on paper as easily
created as destroyed. What was held so close, as
easily cast asunder. No more feelings of kindness
they only drag you under, what was once loved so
dearly, has now become the object of hatred.
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