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Apr 2012
Wash the blood from your teeth;
you're all in pieces,
taking us in pieces,
to become your own.

Pull the dirt from your nails;
you are not whole.
We've always been empty
behind the illusion.

Cut the colour from your eyes,
stop beating.
I wish I could pull the stopper
and call you a monster.
©Nicola-Isobel H.        04.04.2012
Isobel G
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Isobel G  28/F/Australia
(28/F/Australia)   
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