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Dec 2015
It just doesn't get easier
It gets harder
To stop the habit
that harms

When it started
and how long
don't matter
when the habit is harm


Unable to confront
the world
crazy, cold and cruel
we harm our lovely lives
For all the poets who suffer the desecration of the flesh.
Leaetta May
Written by
Leaetta May  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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