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Apr 16
You lay your skills, on a neatly made bed,
And now you look at themΒ Β and want to stretch them
You lean your thoughts, on your open palm
But all the heaviness is supported by your elbow,
Implanted in a pillow, filled with rusted nails.
Your eyes sting from all the disappointments,
Your mouth coughs out all the rages,
You know you have to step barefoot on shattered glass,
So you lick your soles, with empty promises,
You take a sniff in search of oxigen
You think you found it, then you gather your tired bones
You stamp a smile on your lips and exhale
You roll up your sleeves, and you get up!
Carmen Jane
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Carmen Jane  35/F/Seattle
(35/F/Seattle)   
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