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Nov 2014
my hands shake
too much;
my fingers are unsure
my words trip over
my tongue and die
before I can pry them
past my lips

my hands shake
too much
for poetry

my hands shake
too much
to hold myself
together
when i was young you were only a ghost
Sarah
Written by
Sarah  Karakura Town, Japan
(Karakura Town, Japan)   
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