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Pieces

April 4, 2011
By Anonymous

I walk outside and let the golden rays, kiss my face.
I feel like I have wrapped
a warm blanket tightly around my body,
and never want to let go.
For fear of letting everything fall
out of place that is already perfect.
So instead, I let
it go,
one piece,
at a time.


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