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Jan 2015
tears on a tongue,
dried, graveled peppers scorched
her skin. it's damaging
to think the ground possesses the
fury of a pagan god.
it's an intensity, unmatched;
a handshake, five fingers.

she makes me want to hurt myself again.
my sanity lies on the edge;
the circumcised periphery,
make me whole.
Derek
Written by
Derek  Bx, NY
(Bx, NY)   
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   W, Sombro, Joseph Schneider and ---
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