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Aug 2015
please forgive me for,
my weak knees, my cruel eyes, my hungry smile, the curves of my body, the curves of my lip, my angry brain, my sick brain, my tired brain, my cold fingertips, my impure hair, my over pleading tears, my ****** fingernails, my faintly lit neck,
forgive me for everything in me that's
faintly lit.
I have not the courage to turn on all the lights.
Marion Cline
Written by
Marion Cline  Richmond
(Richmond)   
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