I'm at my best when I
dull and shorten you
and resent that you
always reappear
sharp and tall.
Mixx it!
The Fibromyalgian's dealings with the disorder, and with the medical establishment that doesn’t know more about it than a patient with Internet access.
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Labels: crayon, fibromyalgian, poems, poetry, the red crayon
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