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Jul 2013
heed the pitcher of behavior
mind the contents of your cup
do not censor my books
cut your concern
do not strip me
or lock me away
if you do not like my armor
stop thrashing at me
and remember one thing
you created this
your own perfect enemy
do not scream at my callouses
stop letting me hit the ground
when I fall next to you
it really is that simple
Alexia
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Alexia
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   Gary Gibbens
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