porcupineA Poem by annie leethe dmz between us and others
too close . . . how afraid i am of that . . . yet how i long for it. what is this great inky emptiness i cannot fill? where does the shame come from? will someone take it? could anyone bear it? why does it glower inside me? must i keep it? here, take it. don’t get too close.
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11 Reviews Added on October 5, 2013 Last Updated on October 5, 2013 Tags: fear of intimacy, personal space Authorannie leePrunedale, CAAboutI'm a tough old broad who spent almost 30 years at Ma Bell, and that is high level training for surviving in the jungle. Thank you for your patience. I am retired from the Unix and Linux world, but w.. more..Writing
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