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Aug 2015
I am 21
with more scars than years

a water soaked canvas:
prune

to be alone,
I'm still not sure.

So it shows:
branded.

Don't ask what I mean-
I cannot say with words
but instead

the cries
slither from a razor's edge:
joy.

I am prying myself
into time

into whatever is
more
than I.
kt mccurdy
Written by
kt mccurdy  NY
(NY)   
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