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she has it worse.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 56 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 10-10-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3064620
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Eyes down
Legs crossed
Back straight
Stomach tucked
Hands folded neatly
neatly
neatly
.
Too late to remember the
shuddering, liquid pain
wracking your body in
great heaving waves,
and you grateful,
feeling so calm
when it dries.
.
Too late to drown.
.
Force it in
Shove it in
Keep it in neatly
neatly
neatly
.
and chin up.
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