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Nov 2012
eyes clear, mind fogged
I drift in and out
of reach
warm touch, I melt
an easy wall
to breach
Iā€™m emotional, irrational
we intertwine
in lust
you call, wind batters
my words are specs
of dust
cheeks pressed, still quiet
I am learning now
to grow
it was empty, it was open
but I remember
let go
Rachel Strowbridge
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Rachel Strowbridge
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