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  Jan 2015 Emma Holt
bones
We danced toward
each other's wounds

with gentle step
and touched inside

and now the bleeding
has resumed

and all this blood
is hard to hide.
Emma Holt Jan 2015
Perfection isn't real
Echoes through
Unending halls
Realization comes to follow
Yet somehow
Mixed images
Form perfection on the
Inside
Outside
Is only half of life's vision

— The End —