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sometimes i believe

all that holds me

together

is the crazy glue

i feel every crack

every fault line

                stressed

every chip on my

shoulder            a chunk 

sweat pours down my

back

like liquid          fear

i can smell

rain

coming to pound me

into           dust

wash away my

pain

at least I hope it will

it must

~
M. Zane McClellan
~
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