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Nov 2014
Breathe me in.
Let me fill your washed-up crevices.
Sweat out your lies,
and bleed out your hatred.
Fill the empty spaces between my fingers
with your dry, callused safety.
Tell me why I’m worth this,
or just show me why you care.

...Things I must ask of myself
on a daily basis,
Things I never quite learn correctly
Kairee F
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