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Jul 2015
my veins are electric
my eyes cut from glass
running on empty
makes everything clear
sharp
important
I am a live wire
I learned how to crack
open my bones
let the badness leak out
like a slow march of marrow
I learned how empty
can mean strong
can mean purpose
I learned how much it stings
to fill up my bones with air
how much it stings
to streamline my empty thoughts
to my empty stomach
I am a live wire
I want to catch fire
I want to feel lethal for once
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Elizabeth
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Elizabeth  michigan
(michigan)   
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