True to Myself

A poem using randomly generated words

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Randomly generated words using randomwordgenerator.com:
social, orbit, circulation, contempt, whip

I once
swirled in your social orbit,
my circulation at your bidding,
responding to your wants,
neglecting my needs —
I shared my fears and fancies
while you spewed contempt,
wanting me to listen only to you
to follow your…