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Feb 2014
I am the strange
sitting near the edge
of tomorrow

Like me, you falter
living in these shadows of
the odd

The pain inside growing
without tears
You push me
to the edge of my reality

My insides speaking
to the sparkles in the sky.

Asking for them to rescue me
As I am
as you are

The odd.
Michelle Morine
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Michelle Morine  43/F/Nevada
(43/F/Nevada)   
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