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Mar 2015
Mad girls.
Moonlight-ripened fruit,
Fingertip-censored *****,
Fragile,
Toughened,
Violated.
Throats are burned by whisky,
Eyes blackened and tears shed.
Stars grew between your breast bones once.
Try for me now to care.
written in five minutes, this time without the aid of my mother's prescription drugs or the stale whisky that I found at my grandmother's house.
Katie Grace Notman
Written by
Katie Grace Notman  London
(London)   
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