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Mar 2013
I flinch
when you reach for my hands.
I squirm
when your arms wrap around me.
I’m sorry
that I can’t love you.
I’m sorry
that I keep running.

We are newtons third law of motion
you are the action,
and I am the equal and opposite
reaction.
B Tuominen
Written by
B Tuominen  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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   MasikaniCrocodile and st64
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