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Apr 2014
Tonight, I write
like I am on my knees again, begging..
Even though I swore I'd never do that again
Because its never enough
I feel hands on my skin
holding me like a statue, like I was something unchanging
fragile
I wish they would just rip it off
the skin that holds me together
and keeps me prisoner
and maybe that would be enough
reach into my chest and caress my heart still beating
tonight I'm begging anyone who can really hear me at all
to somehow give it back to me
With more than just a touch...
because the words don't let me go anymore
they flutter away like raindrops
no one gives them back..
Marti
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Marti
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   victoria and Joshua Haines
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