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Jan 2017
I'd like to wash my hands of you.

Watch the skin melt off, turn to muscle and bone.

Scrub the past out of my hair.

Till it all falls out, ****** and bald like a newborn.

I only wish to purify; body & soul.

Remaking myself out of soot and stone.
Brianna Davis
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Brianna Davis  21/F/Texas
(21/F/Texas)   
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