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Monday, August 29, 2011

My.Play.Right.

I hold pain dear, while you keep your memories ever clear.
You remove the dust like it never existed, I bottle every grain to keep close, all that you threw out and resisted.
Your words are my play right, But your hands clench and your heart is shut up tight.

~k (all rights belong to Keila Coate Womack)

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