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Imagine my surprise.
The man.
Who could give you everything.
You ever wanted.
Was the beginning of my demise.
Spare me your indignation.
Because I didn’t fall in line.

Snapping of teeth.
When your fist.
Met my cheek.
Is the memory I carry.
In italics and underlined.
Accepting black and blue.
Like I was colour-blind.