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Mar 2015
there are icicles down
my throat that
crumble and fall
apart every time
my teeth shatter and
my fists clench

tell me how long
i will be coughing up
pieces of me;
i am breathing through
teeth that shiver
like graveyard bones
in winter storms and

i can't do this anymore
im sick of being alone
Sarah
Written by
Sarah  Karakura Town, Japan
(Karakura Town, Japan)   
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   B and Jesse Madison
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