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Oct 2016
i'm scraping dreams from my skin
with my fingernails.

dreams where you move down here.
where i'm your little spoon
and i'm in your tee shirt.

water beats down
and my skin is raw.

oh, silly little me.

i can't scrape away the pain
in my chest with fingernails

and red hot water.
i'm just staring down the barrel of the bullets i can't stop.
blue mercury
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blue mercury  22/Non-binary/these soft crying clouds
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