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May 2016
home is where i unhook things (myself) (my clothes)
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i rise out of the couch, clawing my way out of knitted blankets
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pulling debris off my body
i feel my blood return(ing) to me
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who just 'burns' like this?
Written by
Keenon Brice  Baltimore
(Baltimore)   
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