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Jan 2016
Your lips press against
The curve of your fist
You swing your arm back
You've never missed

My blood splatters noiselessly
My nose busted up
And all I can say to myself is
You've come from above

You've got heaven weighing on your back
And hell squished between your toes
Your words have the power to heal
And you use them on my nose

You sweep me off my feet again
Then push me to the ground
I think I can handle this
Because you never make me stay down
Ann Nicole
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Ann Nicole
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   Vanessa Gatley
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