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Monday, July 11, 2011

Some days I want to save her

“I would like to stab someone,” she muses.
“Just once. Maybe a dead person.”

And
if not for the turn
the pull
if not for the lift
or the slide
if not for the
empty
resting, sadness
rounding out
the sharp
air (exhale)
I might feel
Fear.
Posted by Audrey at 9:13 AM

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