... don't open ... don't throw away ...

this letting of words is my treatment...my salvation. it pulls all the toxins from my mind, body, and soul.

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Wednesday, March 14, 2012

#1
Sparks fly when I hear your voice.
Is it hate that flares
or passion?

#2
Your touch burns across my skin.
Can I survive it?
Can my heart?

RMP at 8:13 AM

RMP: I am a walking oxymoron. I am quiet and shy, though anyone who has been around me for a while would scoff at that description. I despise being the center of attention, yet I get up in front of a classroom full of students and perform daily. Logic rules my world, but my creative half occasionally stages an uprise.

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