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insecurity
Submitted by s.e.e. on May 30, 2009 – 1:00 pmOne Comment
insecurity
by sarah endsley
A grey abandoned pipe.
An open field.
Climb inside, trace the cracks.
Still, it is round, hollow, and when your fist hits its side,
It echoes, leaving knuckles raw.
Whispering, hold your breath.
Swim,
Bypass the bridge.
See you on the other side.
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I just wanted to say that, I love you.
The world is too much with us, self.
At the risk of becoming Bob Dole…