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Feb 2019
You take the box
and strike a match against your skin
The flames seeming to clean your
old wounds.
You don't notice your scorched red skin
and broken fingers.
As you take another,
I hear the match against your flesh
Your heavy breathing,
your shaking hands,
and rigid smile.
You enjoy this pain
much more
Don't you
Matthew
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Matthew  122/Other/My Basement
(122/Other/My Basement)   
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   Mark Tilford
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