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Feb 2014
i find myself waiting
for this happiness to
be brief, for a kick in
the a-frame, and my
legs snap together,
falling over like a
knocked easel
but I don't want
to live in fear of
fear, because I'm
just waiting to be
scared of something.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014

does that make sense?
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