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May 2013
give me time
because i need it
my fingers are bruised and my ribs are sore
my veins are dim and old
imprints left on my face from laying
on that burgundy mess
the flowers in your hair refuse to speak
i don't know how much longer i can look
at your waiting face
Marissa Christie
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Marissa Christie  Texas
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