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Mar 2013
Valued only for the weight our backs can hold before they break
We push,
We pull,
We scream,
We bleed.

Poison slips past our lips melting the hatred from our hips.
One pill,
Two pills,
Three pills,
Four.

We are defined by the lines on our skin.

-trj
Written by
Timmy Johnston  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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   Gabrielle Diaz
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