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Hunkered down in the trenches, 
I protect my last bit of love.
It was torn from my heart 
Ages ago when I loved you
You beat it down to the wick
It burns faintly, just enough
to see that you are not for me
to see you caused the pain I endure
Bitter, I am not 
I only hope you 
Breath is too weak to blow out
the love I have for myself 
that keeps me alive.

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