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Aug 2015
glass cuts his body
        up
          down
     in
    out
and all the way through
until he is ravished by
an euphoric state
only he understands
he's bathed in blood
which to his eyes
is beautiful
               exhausted
he crashes to the floor
complacent
in long awaited sleep.
i'm not very familiar with cutting & i apologize if i didn't hit it just right.
forgive my naivety, for i have no control on what my mind wants to write.
susan
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susan  chicago
(chicago)   
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   Kenzie and Ijustwanttolive
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