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Gestured carelessly Threw back your head quickly Like whiplash That‟s the best you can do Your greetings To the woman Who unselfishly holds you down My eyes cold Like a tip of an ice pick The stare sticks Piercing Tirelessly cursing My actions Reversing When you come at me No longer am I fighting Trigger of words Splurge from my lips Drying up finger pointing drips To your face Now it‟s time to freezer burn My actions I learned From my daunting past My anger towards you May be of he Who graciously stole from me A chunk of my projecting serenity From my surmounting peace Somehow I need to sever My clever Lip biting silence Will now challenge My persona To begin a silent Treatment to seek my love Within me For you Are you paying for a past love‟s debt That I hadn‟t cleared yet At first Noticeably my silence Caught you off guard Like a siren You noticed in my handgun of comebacks No bullets were firing Anger actually festered Because this treatment you weren‟t used to Encumbering 8