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Friday, April 12, 2013
momentarily transplanted
your arms are barbed wire,
i scratched my hand trying to hold onto them;
it's hard to hear over this waterfall.
honey, your city is rain.
i can't see my breath when i tell you
about my world.
it makes me feel less real.
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