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Jul 2012
My skin was pulled off yesterday
And I am sore
All over.
I look at you
And you’re *******
In every sense of the word.
I look at myself
And I am nothing
In every sense of the word.
Stand close and
Breathe
In every breath of mine.
Let them out
Slowly
For me to breathe
Back in.
J Klein
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