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Dec 2015
My bones have been talking to me
They tell me that we are lost without one another
They warn me that  not all can be won with strength
My bones won't stop talking to me
They complain about the  weather
They argue about  the time of day
My bones  are talking about your bones to me
They giggle at the sound of your laughter
They compliment the pulse of your heart
My Bones have been talking to me
I have a Bone Cyst on the bottom of my left foot :( here's a poem about it.
Kyle madill Baker
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Kyle madill Baker  28/Other
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