All That Glitters

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Friday, January 10, 2014

Maybe there are 2 versions
Of the same me.
This one, here,
silent, and alone
and wishing
that all that we are
was sacred
and then one carried with you
in the folds of your shirt
and the mud stains
on the soles of your shoes
when you walk
wherever you walk
without me.
Posted by Emily at 11:01 PM
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