Fine

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Sometimes I feel

The very blood in my body is drying

But other times I feel fine

So fine that I think

And think about all the people in my life.

An odd collection of different facets

Marbled pieces with shiny surfaces.

An arm and inch between me and the world

Faces hover over my neck

Breaths of expectation on my heated skin.

We are going through the myriad of actions

Butterflies on my trembling fingers-

I kiss these pink beings with all my love

Even though sometimes I feel

The very love in me is drying.

But other times I feel fine.

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~insight07

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