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i took it back, today. in that ***** office with the years of waste covering all the surfaces. i slapped out of a box that held dulled wit and and i stood so tall that all my inches did their sun salute and i took my space. i took my broken, back from the faded formica wearing down from days and hours and shifts and bodies weighing             down                      on                            it- and when it said, 'i always wished i was marble' i understood. i always wished i had  marble too. so i took the battered files containing nowhere words about the sick and dying and i throw them at the yellowed ceiling tiles so they could shower down a jumble of breaking through the wound barrier and my heart beats until i moved around like the quickening of this rebirth and i leave with my dignity crumpled up with a tissue in my pocket. And i leave with a humming in my ear and all that i came with, ill have it back now. tied to a string, i attached to my belt loop thrown in  bag that i hold by heart- i take it back. ******* this succubus but i will take this tattered woman back- i will take this twisted spine i will take this faded sense of righteousness beautiful woman, back. sahn  7/29/15
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Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 12:15 AM UTC
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i took it back, today. in that ***** office with the years of waste covering all the surfaces. i slapped out of a box that held dulled wit and and i stood so tall that all my inches did their sun salute and i took my space. i took my broken, back from the faded formica wearing down from days and hours and shifts and bodies weighing             down                      on                            it- and when it said, 'i always wished i was marble' i understood. i always wished i had  marble too. so i took the battered files containing nowhere words about the sick and dying and i throw them at the yellowed ceiling tiles so they could shower down a jumble of breaking through the wound barrier and my heart beats until i moved around like the quickening of this rebirth and i leave with my dignity crumpled up with a tissue in my pocket. And i leave with a humming in my ear and all that i came with, ill have it back now. tied to a string, i attached to my belt loop thrown in  bag that i hold by heart- i take it back. ******* this succubus but i will take this tattered woman back- i will take this twisted spine i will take this faded sense of righteousness beautiful woman, back. sahn  7/29/15
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Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 12:15 AM UTC
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