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Jan 2015
I keep these words behind glass
   in the fear that I might lose
   the ability to make them on my own.
I keep them in jars and frames
   and dust their letters clean
   each day that I awaken.
I keep repeating them,
   chanting the sounds to myself
   and to your sleeping ear.
I keep these words behind glass
   to remind myself of the words
   that I'm too scared to throw away.
Summer Kurtz
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Summer Kurtz  Statesboro, GA
(Statesboro, GA)   
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