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Pain speaks one or a thousand. The method of translation differs. Palm to finger. The movement stays, stops. Foot to ankle. Ground shakes, air trembles all at your whim. Soul to Soul. Along the folds vibration slows.

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tyler-ryan-rodriguez

American

Published: Nov 14, 2011
LinesWords: 1537

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