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Oct 2011
It all falls away.
'Til naught is left but the inner core.
And this is where I am most fragile, most timid.
Stripped of my defences, I hesitate to speak.
Weak as I am, I will buckle at the smallest push,
so tread wary else the vibrations from your footsteps may cause me to fall
and shatter.
Written by
Tuesday Pixie
598
   Julie Grace
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