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Jan 2019
man looks for ways
to disembowel fear
perhaps, to bring a knife-tip
right to the gut
ensure our terror and
sorrows
spill with all the blood.
unto the floor we put our knees
passionately bruised
and let our lips
hardened by elements
languish in red
and freedom,
like a well.
Written by
em  20/Non-binary/California
(20/Non-binary/California)   
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