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touch of painted curls
3am poetry 
3rd-Mar-2006 12:50 am
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.
3rd-Mar-2006 09:40 pm (UTC)
It reminds me really strongly of something, and I don't know what.
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