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Dec 2018
it hurts

the pressure
of conforming
my body

trying not to
be revealing

arms cross
my chest
hiding my
heart

fingers
fight
furiously

trying to plug
the leaks

of honesty
seeping

but I can’t
keep up with

the flowing
through
my mind

my thoughts
leaping ahead

over all the same
old constraints

to what
could be
John Destalo
Written by
John Destalo  55/M/Harrisburg, PA
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)   
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