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graciousness abound, my only father
scrubbing my body with ivory soap
tub swallowing my filth
anywhere else, I imagine
wishing death upon the celestial
Grace Pickard Apr 2014
I'm alive
Here is my unadulterated heart
Bring on the pain and suffering
The scary bits of possible rejection

This is vulnerability
Gracie Pickard April 9, 2014

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