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Mar 2013
The skeleton-
made entirely out of bubbles
feels more alive than me.

And the droplets clinging to my leg
brought me to tears.

Sitting in a tub
full of water molecules
My toes dance and I rejoice!
I have the chance to live among them.

Its never too late to get acquainted.

And even these battles
I have with my very
own skin are appreciated.

Every intricate thing that
holds me together
is holding on much tighter,
giving me a chance to rest.
.
Grace
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Grace  United States
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