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Jun 2013
These bones of mine are
not as weak as I make them
out to be. I am.

I am weak for thought.
I am not. I am stronger
than I had presumed.

These bones of mine. They
hold this weight. Carry it with
them on their journey.

I am not. My thoughts.
Thoughts of you. My love. Your pain.
These bones carry you.

Your thoughts. They haunt you.
Your thoughts. They haunt me. My bones.
They carry your thoughts.

Your bones, my lovely.
No worries. I carry your
pain. I carry mine.

You are not weakness.
I am not weakness. We are
strength. These bones are ours.
Elise
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Elise  NYC
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