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Tainted Purity

Hard tracks

driven into gentle surfaces

scratching, etching, imprinting

its angst into permanent grooves

that pool  with spilled ink –

tainted purity.

We always press too hard

when pulling ourselves up

takes more strength

than simply pushing forward,

 

Written 18 January 2019

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35. Wife and mom of 3. Writer. Zentrovert. Aspiring Engineer. Resident Badass.

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