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May 2015
When I look down into the water I can see a version of me I'm all too familiar with.
A one dimensional black shadow that ripples unfailingly.

The days I can see myself as a whole being, I stretch my skin, looking for small flesh wounds, the ones no one ever looks close enough to see.

On the inside, I'm all bones, I'm pumping a dark red. My organs slowly rot until they turn into a golden brown.

I stand sharp like a needle in a crowded room. Is there some way I could compact my bones, blood, body fat and shadow into to something smaller?

Is there a way to fold into myself physically as I do mentally?
Laura Haze
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Laura Haze  North of neverland
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