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Balance
 
For once, I think,
I'll think out my words
before they spill
clumsily,
messy
onto the page and into your life.
I was only tired of the bad blood
that never dried
or scabbed over--
that sticky reminder of your name.
I wish, more than anything,
for that straight lined see-saw,
us meeting at the midpoint.

By heyachristina

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