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RMatheson
Poems
Mar 2015
Anonymous
I could bleed from these arms,
into my hands,
which once seemed so strong,
drown my prize
in nitrogen and scar tissue
and maybe then I'd be happy
to destroy myself
again.
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RMatheson
Beating tired bones
(Beating tired bones)
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