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Feb 2013
My earlobes are stretched
so the words the world yells
go right through.
Each size increase
hurts just the right amount,
pain is weakness that
acrylic slowly helps me lose.
But the skin heals
without fail,
filling in micro tears.
As long as they have enough time
they get better.

I am just like my
ears.
© Daniel Magner 2013
Daniel Magner
Written by
Daniel Magner
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