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Jul 2016
A time has come
for
   love me,
tender

as I'm walking
down the
stairs
and the
edge of my heel
touches the
pavement
in a whisper.

I try not to
talk too
loud,
because I'm scared
I won't remember
all I've
said

a time has come for
love me,
  tender
and
  to
talk more.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
267
   Dana Colgan and Busbar Dancer
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