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Nov 2016
my bones are hollow
like those of a mother bird's
but when i force myself to throw up,
the only child i am feeding
is the madness
that lives in the nest
of my own mind
Written by
Meg  In my thoughts
(In my thoughts)   
     lynn, Atlas, Sk Abdul Aziz, Flo, LeV3e and 3 others
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