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Erin Dickerson Sep 2011
So funny how the reveal sometimes ends in surprise
When I, my leaning shadow, had everything to do
With the embarrassment of heart to another.
Soft edges have hardened, finally to their gain.
But the waiting now begins, for me, this selfish being.
The light part consumes and ignores the unbendable,
Insisting me to leave you free of my disconnection.
Possibly the good of me, or the evil has masked
My deepest seeds with hibernating greed and animosity.
All the fight left in me shudders deep into the
Midpoint of my body in fear of the reject I’ve past received.
But the aura of my chest says things will turn much differently
To beauty if I let it flow, for it won’t stop until I’ve cradled inner peace.
Erin Dickerson Nov 2010
There is a never ending winding street
That crumbles beneath the feet
Of lies and hate that ive created
To better fit within this fix
That I call nothing more than a piece
That’s broken from the heart you held
The one that lays there fragmented before my face
My eyes overcasting the idea that we may someday be
Put back together by glues we secrete

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