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Jun 2013
she brushes her lips
with wet fingertips
and says

I'm so afraid of the
words stopping, of
not being able to say
the things tattooed
on my heart. Where
will they go?

she shakes

where will they go?
(c) Brooke Otto

the thing I fear the most is having no one to talk to.
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