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you stuffed the sharpest fragments of your past deep into the pockets of that green coat so that they couldn’t pierce you anymore sometimes in conversation, your hand shifts towards a pocket I give the gesture attention, so you go ahead and reach in the memory you pull out, you hold before you like a line-up I tell you I’m not taking mental-picture mugshots all I want is to hold the parts of your past that hurt the most and grace them with my tears for when I look at you, I see a girl with the courage to pick the broken fragments of her shattered self off the floor and piece them back together I see a girl who dares to ask the deepest questions of life because she has already been broken and is not afraid of the answer
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Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 8:08 PM UTC
abhaya mudra
you stuffed the sharpest fragments of your past deep into the pockets of that green coat so that they couldn’t pierce you anymore sometimes in conversation, your hand shifts towards a pocket I give the gesture attention, so you go ahead and reach in the memory you pull out, you hold before you like a line-up I tell you I’m not taking mental-picture mugshots all I want is to hold the parts of your past that hurt the most and grace them with my tears for when I look at you, I see a girl with the courage to pick the broken fragments of her shattered self off the floor and piece them back together I see a girl who dares to ask the deepest questions of life because she has already been broken and is not afraid of the answer
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Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 8:08 PM UTC
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