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Sep 2017
he carved calcium and dreams out of my ribs
like I once chiseled our initials out of a tree

slowly;
but steadily.
you don’t realize the damage until it’s done,
can’t see the whole picture until you back away.

(I always had trouble keeping my distance)
Marles
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Marles  25/F/TN
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   Em MacKenzie
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