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September 11, 2013

Oak by ~HippieHebe is a beautiful poem with a strong impact.

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Suggested by Kida-neechan

HippieHebe

Published: Aug 26, 2013

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i knew a girl once,
with an oak heart and guarded hands
(gloved from touch)

but she
uncrossed her ankles,

let naked fingertips
touch well-read lips, and

her heart kind of turned
into ash.

i miss that girl,
with the oak heart -

she was tougher.

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Thank you so much for the DD!!! Would never have expected it.

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ActsofArt

Oct 8, 2013

lovely and so well expressed congrats on the DD!

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