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WHO SUPPORTS THE EMOTIONAL SUPPORT PEBBLE?

By Pam Martin-Lawrence

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She's right beside me, yet I'm stone cold lonely.

She carves her lies –

her constant care and never-ending need

ground

down by my epidote-eyed-flinty-heart –

and when did she last warm my chill with her fingers?

 

I remember when she'd reach for me like only my touch would ever be enough.

 

 
 

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