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Oct 2012
Inadequacy
rains down on me
I put up my umbrella
but I can still see
all of their faces
peering through the raindrops
they wonder
"is this her?"
I drop the umbrella
let their poison
wash over me
because I will be
MORE
more anything
more everything
whatever they see
I'll know that
underneath
I am More
They may still wonder
and stare through the glass
but they will know now
that yes
Yes, this is her
and she is more...
Something
Aila Natasha
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Aila Natasha
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