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May 2015
Now that it is done,
I've washed away the departed
Knives fall from the faucet
I am still stained of you.
Nothing to remove you from my skin,
your fingertips,
taped along my chest.
They are there, all the time.
They will never be relieved.
Massi Lee
Written by
Massi Lee  Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)   
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   Julie Butler
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