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Repression


              My mind mulls over the past and asks

what counts? What crossed the line?

The car ride to the movies?

           I pushed you away

I told you no

                                                   You stopped but acted like it was a joke?

The months after we were done?

                                                                 Your finger dragging from my shoulders to chest

                                         "You crossed a line. Stop."   chuckles

Or was the limit earlier?

The manipulation?
The neglect?
Making me feel guilty for wanting to talk to you?

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