When you think you’ve hurt me
That will merely be the inspiration
The resourceful seed that I plant
To bloom my vengeance from
It will be sweet and swift and hard
Fierce and venomnous
But above all
Like the gaping wounds
The ever aching hurt
The never fading scars
You left on me


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