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Jan 2017
Bruises and scars
May wound my flesh,
But words destroy me.

And maybe it's not words,
But the lacking of them,
And the lacking of inflection
Or enthusiasm.

It's funny how
Words and injuries hurt,
But the things that destroy you most
Aren't even there.
A poem on the concept of skin starvation.
storm siren
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