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Mar 2014
I'm like a fresh cut rose
that has been twisted and
hung upside down
to drain it of life.
Starting at my feet
I'm beginning to grow fatigued
as it climbs to my knees,
then to my hips
until it reaches my lips.
Once the process is complete,
the moment someone
gets too close and
brushes me the wrong way,
I crumble.
Never really able to be
put back together.
Just replaced.
I got rid of the beginning.. I think it looks better with just this part.

© M.S.
pushthepulldoor
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