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I Live

A Poem by Sophia Witcomb

Come, throw around words as though they’re as light

As feathers which land with the force of bricks

You don’t see the difference between a fight

And fighting for love – god it makes me sick

Slice up my heart and then convince me that

It is now more beautiful than before

Water worries, suffocate passions that

Made me live, now I live for me no more


And you know you provide safety – so kind! –

For when again you push me to the edge

Bring healing poisons for my broken mind

Listen as you to me your heart does pledge

Once more persuade me that your words are true

So I can live, I live, only for you

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