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Precarious Soul

Rash – Word of the Day

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Precarious Soul

The storm raged all night in my heart,
and it felt as if the very breath of me
had escaped as if a deflated balloon.
And I stood on the precipice of rejection,
the cracks in my soul so precarious
I might fall into myself.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

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