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Mar 2015
With a kiss
I pour
into your mouth
the words
I am too
scared
proud
ashamed
to say aloud.
*I need you to love me
and yet
I am afraid
of what will become of me
when you leave.
Alex Clarke
Written by
Alex Clarke  Birmingham
(Birmingham)   
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