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May 2015
when they drilled
into bone and sutured
my gums shut, i didn't think
about how the antiseptic didn't go that deep:
all i thought about was that
my face is just blood,
tired muscle,
and bone.
they told me not to smoke after
but that thought made me
need one
coyote
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   Anna Vigue and JDK
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