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Jul 2013
sleep is the only place I can
not Be.
where I don't cry don't
melt into whatever I'm perched on
coat the top
& soak into the fabric beneath.
I have a chameleon soul
shift into whatever people need (want) me to be
latch onto anyone that (thinks they) can handle me.
Written by
Amelia Jo Anne  Canada
(Canada)   
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