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Dec 2015
never steady,
always shaking.

nervous,
grazing your
fragile skin,

afraid the pores
will crack
like glass,

afraid you will fall apart
after they worked
so hard
to put you
together.
12.11.15
Alyssa Rose
Written by
Alyssa Rose
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