PATRICIA A. MANIACI

You Won’t Stop For A Minute

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Pursue me like a dream

You told them I was dirty

when really I’m clean.

You used my love like polish

to wipe away your grime

you pulled me from your pocket

“Look she lost her shine!”

Made yourself feel better telling folks I don’t belong

when the light that your exuding was my light all along.

PAM


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