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Oct 2015
i'm struggling between
the halves of my soul
that grow out and away
upholding a frayed doctrine
that shudders and trembles
on its string, unable to be
on its own without a divine
voice to soothe the cracks
and speak sweet truths
place definitions over
ragged cuts and
stitch together
stone to stone
with nothing
but water.
(c) Brooke Otto 2015

written to I Need My Girl by The National
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