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Aug 2014
Come, rest your tired bones
Beside my aching soul,
And in each other we'll find respite.
My body and soul will become
A cohesive healed entity,
Pressed and bonded together
By the ether of your hands,
And in turn I will mend your aches;
The new and antique all the same
Will fade under the salve of my lips.
Brianna Elise
Written by
Brianna Elise  Morgantown
(Morgantown)   
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   Erenn and RMatheson
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