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Dec 2014
i've been called a *****.
been called a tease.
been called a ******.

and that's just the start.

flinch at things that have no meaning,
but sound like they should be offensive:
****.

no, no sweetie.
the words that hurt me
are the ones laced with gold
and grown in a field of baby's breath.
no, no honey.
the words I fear
are ones you can't hear
because they're hidden between the lines.
Circa 1994
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Circa 1994  Florida
(Florida)   
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