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Nov 2012
I am desperate to be clean
yearning to be a kind of remarkable
that never goes unnoticed
frequently reminding myself
that I am no different kind of special
but these lights in my room
say other things, there is a
decorated grace I hope
to find in my fingers,
a warmth I want someone else to see
laying across my shoulder
to touch my neck and tell
me things about myself
(c) Brooke Otto
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