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Dec 2011
it's 1:03
in the morning
and i'm so cold
my skin
looks like lace
i'm frozen
numb at the fingertips,
nails blue.
i'm reduced
to this: splinters
and a shuddering
ribcage

this is a different kind of starving
Kendra Canfield
Written by
Kendra Canfield  Washington
(Washington)   
436
   Christine and ---
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