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Dec 2013
I see you, crouched in the corner of your
temple. I want to help you emerge
and uncover you from the shrouds you
have set upon yourself, but I can not
always be the roof in your structure.
I can only be a visitor, paying my respects
on occasion. You must learn to be your
own walls and pillars. Hold up your own
foundation, through whatever weather your
temple faces.
Miranda Lopez
Written by
Miranda Lopez  Chicago, IL/Missoula, MT
(Chicago, IL/Missoula, MT)   
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