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Dec 2017
you, lips sewn shut
learned from it from your mother
raised a bible thumper
she loved her Jesus
you followed right behind her

one day you found
the man who unwound you
with his seem ripper hands

where did all your thoughts go
where did all your jesus go

stuffing covers the floor
soaks up all the blood
pour some more wine

might as well take communion
while you drown.
Nicholas Mercier Coulombe
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Nicholas Mercier Coulombe  25/M/Maine
(25/M/Maine)   
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