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Oct 2016
his cigarette danced the way
my lips wanted to trace the skin
it graced. life is much easier
when the only thing you let in
holds you softly in blurred edges.
let me lift the pain from your chest,
let me be your crutch when the rest
of the whole world won’t stop spinning.

I can blur the edges, you'll see
if you would just let me in.
Anna
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Anna
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