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Permission by Reagan Smith

I don’t want to forget. I want it to linger.

To make a nest in my body And burrow in the depths of my being.

Until it nibbles its way to the trigger, And rage thrusts me forward; Until my suffering heals the broken, And moves the motionless:

My pain will be felt By everyone I touch.

And by you, Who touched the most precious parts of me.

Without Asking


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