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Mar 2013
Oh that smile-
she's a tricky one.
Between those
black slits of pure white
is saltwater
the same that
runs from her eyes
onto
the floor.
Those shiny gums
lined with pink
that moves in
her veins
through her pale scars
onto
the floor.
That tongue
how it works
its way through words
deceiving
the very people
that gave life to it
"I'm happy" it says
as she falls
onto
the floor.
Written by
Shannon Kelly
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   Brooke, Margrett Gold, Erin-Taylor, --- and ---
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