blog · poetry Tree March 25, 2014 Aphaeresis Sometimes I feel as though I am peeling apart. Those who have touched me have all left a mark on the skin of my soul. And perhaps I am no longer whole. But I’m still standing. Still grounded and weathering the torrent tests of time. Share this:TweetLike Loading... Related Share this:TweetLike Loading...
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