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Jun 2013
(you are sixteen years old and
you are not afraid to die.)

you find it hard to breathe and see and touch,
(but you are not afraid.)

you have never fallen in love,
and never held anyone,
and never been loved,
(but you are not afraid.)

but then
one day you see the sun
and it hurts to look at him,
but you want to touch him
and love him and be loved
(and you are very, very afraid.)
for Y & M.
Tamara Allen
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Tamara Allen
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