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Nov 2015
III
The stains that we keep
change the skins
to flowers devoid of color
crippled and veinless
turning our bodies stiff like trunks,

cornered, 
in the back of our throats.

These wounds are
rugged diamonds.
Lía Cruz
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Lía Cruz  Pennsylvania, US
(Pennsylvania, US)   
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