Hurt
it touches me (i recoil)
stretches from the corner of my eye
to the depths of my soul
i crawl into this shell
behind this wall
so it may not reach me again
and so can nothing else
this is where we've fallen
between the lines of things unsaid
into a pigeon hole
from a pedestal
called grace
Stef
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