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Aug 2015
I'm hanging by a thread.
I have no fight left in me.
Turn over your shoulder
And you will no longer find
The man willing to stand for himself.
Instead, in his place,
You will find a small child
Weeping at your feet,
Begging you not to cut the thread
That's keeping my heart beating
Slow, like a heavy dripping faucet.
Angela Moreno
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Angela Moreno
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