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I haven't written poetry in a long time. I'll be dumping one of my old poems each day until whenever. Enjoy?

Tendrils slithering, prodding
Into your brain
Forced, to think of
Nothing, no one
But him, her

A desperate ache fills your being
You know, you need
To feed your soul

Why do we allow this
Rape of the psyche
Why do we call this
Infection of the Mind...
Love?