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Anna
Poems
Nov 2016
sowing season
the red wine slurs
that stain my teeth
boil behind bones.
your crimson hurt
and clumsy feet
shake this glass home.
the cracks creep up
and take their hold,
crush the veins that
had gave them gold.
you are not mining for coal, you
take what you want and now you'll go.
my blood underneath your nails,
secrets that were not mine to tell.
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Anna
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