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Saturday, 21 July 2012

Rise

I am free of you
as my flesh folds and knits
together over my bones,
red blood pounding,
a soft, shaky laugh escaping
as I slowly unfurl myself
and rise.

I am finally finished.
Posted by shvaugncraig at 7/21/2012 08:47:00 pm
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