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Tuesday, February 26, 2008


I am always surprised to see her scars,
Thick parallel lines on her back.
Her body is so small in comparison,
And sometimes I feel the urge
To simply let go
and hold her close.
Because no matter how hard she tries,
Her back will never bend
Thick metal rods restricting the flow
Of what I know
To be something more than a still life.

For one of my good friends.

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