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Sep 2013
i am sorry that the way i stitch up my words
is not like yours.
i am sorry i leave out broken seams,
i am sorry i take breaths and my voice shakes.
i am sorry for the intricate ways i use to express myself,
like red strokes on this horrid skin,
or paper scars from ink pens.
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Sh x
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