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Oct 2011
i thought i'd break my bones
if i knew what was good for me
hold on tight to something i loved
wait for a reason to let it go gracefully
ask for a chance to be held to the sun
bask in its glow its fervor its fire
smile upon fortune for letting me see
allowing the fulfillment of my desire
if only desire would stop at that point
desire
Sara Skora
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