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Carving out a path that is my own through the hilarity of the sacred profanities of life I merge into chaos and order, finding the inner balance within.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Only to you.

You are my weak spot; my achilles heel
Press down,
bruise the skin
Where you end, I begin.

Somewhere between the distance
from then and now,
your gaze caught my eye
Turned my heart outside in, raw


beating muscle exposed,
but only to you






(Feb 2011)
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