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Jul 2015
I'm busted, baby.
Swollen and brittle
Soft and pliable
And there's just nothing I can do
Excluded lesions collect in pools
In sorrow, I've dug for you
But I'm busted, baby.
RMatheson
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RMatheson  Beating tired bones
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