Predator, You Made Me
I am
Exactly
The predator
You made me
You taught me
How to be
Selfish
Vindictive
To approach each line
As though it is the beginning
Of a hunt
So let me place two fingers
To my lips
And blow you kiss
And you will become
Dust
For that is all you were to me
Because I am the predator
You made me
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