it takes so much to hold
my shoulder in this
crunched place.
And when I finally move it,
heat.
The heat.
I wear this emotion on my body.
And I break this emotion by
opening my body.
This is a blog of some poetry I wrote at different times. Mostly it's about my broken heart.
Monday, September 21, 2009
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