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Feb 2013
I’m in too deep
To pretend that I can survive
When the walls start falling
There is no more room
The smallest shift
Will tear me in two
And a greater shift
Will leave nothing of me

If you say it
I will open my ribs
So that you might learn
Of my heart more perfectly
It was always yours to know

If you want it
I will spill out my head
So that you might inspect
Each thread of my intent
Rummage through each loving thought
They were always meant for you

If you need it
I will cease to be as I am now
I will discard and scorn my flesh
So that you might see
Past the dilettante efforts of the body
And into me
I was always waiting for you
Devin Weaver
Written by
Devin Weaver  Oakland, CA
(Oakland, CA)   
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   sassybutsweet
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