Finally, Someone Who Can Hurt Me More Than I Can Myself by Scott Thomas Outlar

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and now the bees come

in place of butterflies

and though they can sting

they’re still beautiful just the same

you were my greatest teacher

in the end

beating me down to dust

like the ash of those

who fell before me

at your grinding pressure

so it could be tested

whether I had the stuff

at middle age

to put myself back together

so thank you for forcing

what I told you I needed most –

a catalyst to move forward

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