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Sep 2019
it had taken bones,
reshuffled and pounded to pieces
fingertips,
scorched
from molding cast irons,
worn, from unsewing and re-sewing heartbeats
and wrists,
white from scarring,
for me not to break
at the slightest touch.
fray narte
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fray narte  23/F/Philippines
(23/F/Philippines)   
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