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Feb 2011
i wear my heart too near the surface
just below the skin it sits
waiting
for the first
slight
waiting for the first
swing
searching for something
anything
to cause a
tare
a cut
sitting there
just out of reach
of my
soul
waiting
waiting

jSweptson
jSweptson
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   Molly Pendleton
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