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Feb 2013
Flesh wound
Bumpy terrain
On my arm
Like holes in lace

Oh it stings so good
and it looks so bad
Rotting skin
White and red clash

I look inside
Past my snow, so white
Kind of cover I had
That never fit quite right

These gaping holes
Excite me so
I hope these gaping holes
Will never be sewn
Vivian
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Vivian  24/F
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   Michael Pick
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