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Jun 2015
Peroxide Bible
The clippers on my wrist
The crevasses in my skin
Only few flooded blood
(I was careful, I made sure)

The burning of peroxide is
No substitute for your kind words
(Saved for them, I,
Jealousy)
Written by
Lauren Sage
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