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Mar 2015
clenching my fingers to tight into my ripped skin on my palm-
should i do it?
unsettling butterflies arising into my lungs-
will i be okay?  
conflicting mind moments
gut feelings
sweat resting above my upper lip
liquefied drops of a pleasing heart
averting ocean blue eyes taking in every banged up locker
why do i even try?
large steps of pure shakiness when i see you-
can i tell what i really feel?
Katie
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