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Apr 2013
It's okay, shh.
I have dug out the
worst parts of me
like eyes of a potato
or bruises on an apple
but, scalpel in hand I
tell God I cannot be
my own surgeon
This Hurts
I tell him
this
hurts.
(c) Brooke Otto
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