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touch of painted curls
3am poetry 
3rd-Mar-2006 12:50 am
dragons
Some days I worry that I'll never be afraid again.
All my blessed fears
of being alone
lost in soup made for my colds
in crowds, support groups
come back, I need you.
The sky might fall on my head
or the water boil at my feet
and I would just watch in awe.
Comments 
3rd-Mar-2006 05:54 am (UTC)
Powerful. It definitely struck a chord...
3rd-Mar-2006 01:39 pm (UTC)
Thank you. :)
3rd-Mar-2006 01:32 pm (UTC)
*hugs*
3rd-Mar-2006 01:39 pm (UTC)
*hugs* :)
3rd-Mar-2006 03:32 pm (UTC)
*snugglesjessebear*
3rd-Mar-2006 04:13 pm (UTC)
*snuggles* :) Hi!
3rd-Mar-2006 09:40 pm (UTC)
It reminds me really strongly of something, and I don't know what.
20th-Mar-2006 12:33 am (UTC)
*hugs*
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