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May 2013
slashes on my wrists
with my mouth open wide
gasping for air
and hearts shoved inside
choke on the blood
passion, lust, love--
happiness is
red drips
at the bottom of
a bath tub.
Charlotte
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Charlotte
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   Nick Durbin
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