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Jul 2015
it's a sunny day.
blood drops off my knees.
gravel stuck in me.

I wear no clothes.
I wear embarrassment.
astonishment.
knuckles are red,
wet.

no one around.

they did what they came to do.
and they left.
like you will too.

I drag myself home.
to no one.
to nothing.
why bother cleaning myself up.

I'm tired.
*shrugs*
hunny
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