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Act One; Make a Scene

The way your hands
grasp,
choke,
strangle me.
always playing mind games---
forgetting you.

Claiming our love
frequently,
But you lack knowing
the whats and hows of Love.
Never the whens
[only at your convienence].

The other leading roles
of my life
know their lines well.
Proving their lead
and knowing their part.

I have hope:
find the lead role worth
fitting your character.

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