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May 2018
After showering myself in needles
and stitching my wounds open with my self appointed meds
I plastered up my tear ducts. It seems.
my rivers are droughts
my heart at thirst.

I’ve scrubbed hard enough
to uncover your name needled black
inside my index below my chest and on the tail of my ear.
how have you not mentioned you as an artist?Β Β 
Such an artist that
what you engraved is temporary,
whilst I don’t recall the needle broke into my skin
Written by
     Fawn and eric calabrese
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