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Jun 2012
An acid washed version of myself.
Worn and torn.

The fatal girl.

Everyone tries, no one buys.
Passed around,
lost aroma.

Terminally insecure.

Pushing towards nothing.
Striving for the unattainable.

Nothing is actualized.

The skin fades,
exposing deep blue veins.
They seep to the surface.

Vulnerable flesh.

Anticipating the sharp tongue
to **** from the inside out.
Renee Warth
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Renee Warth
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   Ayesha Khan
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