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Feb 2013
Our hearts are broken and I swear I can feel the pain.
It climbs down my rib cage like the roots of a tree,
my nerves grab the Earth,
pushing their way through the dirt, hoping
for peace;
a break from this aching.

Something better will come along.
Kendra Gibson
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