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Jan 2018
How much of myself do I need to give up before you want me
I am adding to a pile of bones
I don't have many fingers left, they just sit there
staring.
can't you take them?
you are off hunting your own food, Making your own bones,
so I know you need them.
maybe at least pick your teeth with them?
Please?
Nicholas Mercier Coulombe
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Nicholas Mercier Coulombe  25/M/Maine
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