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Poetry By: leesah

...who knows....

Submitted:Oct 5, 2007    Reads: 104    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

To catch that feeling

when first aware

the fleeting essence of

myself is without safety

nowhere can I fall prostrate

and become unstitched

without fear of losing

bits and pieces of me

though...in slow motion waves

I unravel anyway

one by one

they fall away......


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