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Jun 2018
I crawled up and died
in your throat last week
you only tasted my remains
for three days this time
the burning in your eyes
from unwashed hands
doesn’t bother you anymore
how come you changed the locks
two times over just yesterday
and once more today
Gale L Mccoy
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Gale L Mccoy  24/Non-binary/Ohio
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