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I wish I were a shirt

Our blue romantic summer was done
I sacrificed to save your life
But I realize I’m just one of your
shirts, you changed me easily
 
I am a shirt, no life, just an object.
I wish I were a shirt with an evil spirit
so you could put me on, and I could
slowly strangle you until your heart stops
pumping and your skin turns violet

(2013)

Actually, this is a four-group poem, and I just publish my part. This poetry is about my feelings when I found my ex-boyfriend was cheated on me.

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