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Saturday, January 29, 2011
How hard I held you
How hard I held you
Too tight for a tender bird
And I let go and stepped back
From the wreckage I unfurled
Like Dr. Frankenstein or God
I ran from my creation
I abandoned it without hope
Of correction or explanation
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