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Mar 2013
I live on a planet that terrifies me.
at night, I imagine a knife slicing open my abdomen
I feel more relaxed with my skin open
my guts remind me of everything.
animals are beautiful on the inside.
I am meat,
and the night is dripping wet--
digesting.
I don't feel like this is finished, but nothing I added to it was working. Thoughts?
MacKenzie Turner
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