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Nov 2010
Look at me.
Look at me.

Take of my clothes--
Rip out my hair--
Peel off my skin--
Tear off my flesh--
Pop my bones right out of their sockets--
Let my organs fall to the ground--

and look at my

Essence.


Look at me,
Hold me,
Kiss me,
Cherish me--

Look
At
Me

.


See my potential--

My potential for good--
My potential for evil--


But tell me I'm
Still beautiful--

That the good in me
Makes up for the bad--

And then smile for me--

Because that's all I've ever wanted.
Emily Dickinson was my shoulder angel when I wrote this.
Jessie
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Jessie  a burning bridge
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