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Oct 2011
the knots, they began
deep down in my stomach
tendrils reached out,
wrapped around every piece
of everything alive

inside of me, i feel
the twisted fingers,
reaching quietly for this
frayed and broken heart of
mine,
      To fix;
               to hide;
                        to drag

it deep back down where no one else
can see the beautiful
mess that i have made of

*myself
Written by
Sidney Ramirez
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