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Mar 2015
my room was a revival chamber
containing my excitement
for when i saw you on
the screen, otherwise
it was a sacrificial chamber
basking in anorexia
and lining my teeth
on top of the dresser
i got in a crash
i told you
they plucked them out
because i survived
to tell the tale
for my friend, sarah
athene
Written by
athene  where he can't find me
(where he can't find me)   
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