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Mar 2016
the hunching and the quivering
the way your hands are stripped like leaves
void of color
the way we *******
too many times to unearth ourselves from this
coffin of the bed. Morphing your face
into howling groundβ€”those
days are hungry and wild,
moaning to be gone
kt mccurdy
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kt mccurdy  NY
(NY)   
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