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PK Wakefield
Poems
Mar 2013
Untitled
you think
makes
(hurt
me
)creeping you
between
fingers' fay
barely and leather
(stud and skin)
teeth against open
your shoulder blades
apart seemingly *****
tighten furiously into
a grin
when
most
is
pain
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