Objection

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter material. I'm not
making money off of this. I do own the poem itself.

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Objection

I will not bring you flowers on a gloomy dayclass=GramE>;

I will not call you 'Brat' or any other name;

I will not play on P transformed to H;

I will not censor, or deduct, or rage.

I will not share the sorrows of my youth;

I will explain nor action neither cause.

I will not open up;

I will not fear your loss.

My mouth is closed, my ears, my eyes, my mindclass=GramE>;

My memories no longer can you find.

There's nothing here that you wish to extract;

My story needs not the understanding of your heart.

You will not touch my hair, nor know my tasteclass=GramE>;

My lips are closed to any such exchange.

You will not know a favorite food of mine;

We will not joke, nor ever fight or cry.

I'm simply here, you're simply there,

A chiasm I can no longer bear.

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This would be my first poem ever. So I'd like to know
what you think.