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There are Days

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and i am afraid
i'm very afraid
of taking a deep breath

and drawing
a knife
wrenching
it
into my
heart

and finding - too late -
only empty space

small flecks
of what may have
been blood

tiny shards
of what could have
been life

there are
days, Dorothy,

when i
am jealous
of the Tin Man.
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