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Sep 2017
familiar trees
the wood I call home
play on repeat all the things that I know
something rotting
flesh and bone
yet undiscovered
dried up blood on the sidewalk
quicken my pulse
twitch in the lung.
Qynn
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Qynn  23/F/Pittsburgh
(23/F/Pittsburgh)   
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