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Jun 2015
what if i keep my nails long to curve them into my skin
and what if i strangle myself at night?

does it matter if i dream that i'm a smoker
if it made my mother sad
if i bruise my legs, if i pinch and tear myself apart

i pick scabs to watch the skin grow back
right before my eyes
Catherine Queen
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Catherine Queen  Quebec, Canada
(Quebec, Canada)   
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