Living Prose
The truth-is-better-than-fictional bits.
Friday, July 11, 2014
Foundation
I'm small inside
With big pain
I want your strong arms to reach
In, hold that part that hurts
All the time
Except when I can see you,
Smell you, feel your shoulder
Under my temple
And your soul at my feet
With mine.
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