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Oct 2015
when do you push the fangs away
and when do you climb onto its tongue?
...is this grieving something healing,
or am I simply reeling myself in -
back into a place that no longer needs me
a bed that no longer fits me

if I could shrink enough to fit into your arms,
I would;
but what I'm wondering as I'm heaving,
still weaving your hair out of pillow cases,
is if I should.
I try to let myself feel what I need to feel, but sometimes I'm not sure if I really need it.
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