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Strip me down
When anyone says that word
it hits the wall I keep up for protection.
It slides down succumbing to the flames;
but when you spew that unwanted word
it flies to old heights.
Over the wll, crashing down on me.
Fills my being with the weight of a thousand rocks
pushing down on my soul.
I never wanted to heart that word again:
"beautiful".
Sunday 24th July 2016 12:20 am
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