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Mar 2014
my bones play a beat
soft echos from the body speak
your skin plays a lie
soft secrets form an alibi.
iā€™m sinking now.
hold on to ground.
beneath it she moves
to softly make a sound.
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hold on. she cries.
soft secrets and quiet lies.
taking my time
taking my time.
Jen McGregor
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Jen McGregor
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   Erali Miller
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