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Containing

August 27, 2011

The pain, the anger

All in a life

Familiar am I,

Overly.

Like tasting blood,

My own and

Afraid to acknowledge how often the taste penetrates

Or of seeming the perfectionist.

Pretense enters, barrier-free

Wide open.

I, unsure how to shut it.

Not knowing is

The biggest box there is.

At least I can still be contained.

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One Comment leave one →
  1. August 28, 2011 6:09 pm

    what i wouldn’t give to be contained

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