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Posted to Action Poetry

You danced over my emotions, one last time.
Shreded up the red dress that, wasn't even mine.
Reduced my investments of time and love.
To some minor currency, not worthy of
being picked out of the gutter.

Now smile on lover.
It's my turn.

I going to stamp all over the back,
of your shirt,with my high heels.
Make love to another until you reel.
You wo n't becoming back even if you beg,plead,kneel.
Every word you told me is reduced,rendered useless.
And all the song you wrote for me does is LIE,in the bin.