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Jun 2015
The idea of my capabilities differ from yours
Leading to a list of ***** chores.
I could slam my car door shut with my toes
So extensively it would smash the car windows.
I could dig holes in my back yard with my bare hands
To mine the world just to find where my heart stands.
I could grow my nails out to break through the skin over my chest
Just so I could scratch away this disgust inside to give this heart a rest.
I could keep my eyes wide open while I sleep at night
Because the shadows lurk around my throat, closing it tight.
I could do it. I know I can.
But I'll have to wash my hands after I'm done
and see the mess run down the sink one by one.
liz
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