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Jan 2013
rupturing; that's what I feel
slashing, tearing, scratching
as if my bones have not been cracked enough times
as if my heart is still short of crooked, broken veins
and bruised, dimpled indentations

because my blood really does need
to break through arteries
and spread from the inside--doesn't it?
otherwise, I might not be alive.
Jenna
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   Timothy, JL, Nicole and Pure LOVE
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