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Mar 2014
speaking of bruises
my dear
when you remembered
you had given me a few
you ducked your head
as if embarrassed
or ashamed.
and i told you it was okay
because it is okay.
i don't mind
our sword fighting
having strength tests.
my dear, i don't mind
if i did
i would of been mad
or walked away crying.
as i have done before.
Megan
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Megan  Minnesota
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