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Oct 2018
Pain slices, the hole grows.
How can no one see?
The blood pores, but only inside
Solitary confinement, my punishment for loving.
How do I stop?
Cauterized wound, the blood has stopped
The pain is still there
Polly
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Polly  36/F/Utah
(36/F/Utah)   
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