you have the privilege
of not having had experienced
the love you'd nurtured
being ripped from your arms
and throat
and chest,
until you became a cavity.
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 11:59 AM UTC
you have the privilege
of not having had experienced
the love you'd nurtured
being ripped from your arms
and throat
and chest,
until you became a cavity.
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