She apologized for never having been like me and said she hoped those parts of her changed.
Then she packed her things and left like it didn’t matter.
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2/13/2011
About
You are calm and reposed. Let your beauty unfold.
Pale white, like the skin stretched over your bones.
Spring keeps you ever close.
You are second hand smoke. You are so fragile and thin.
Standing trial for your sins.
Holding onto yourself the best you can.
The word warrior without a favorite day.
Ask and receive.
