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Feb 2020
Wrap the skeleton hands
Around the door handle
Pull hard
Open with a cracked rib

Lips cut and bleeding
Nose broken and in needing
See the truth
With an eye of death

Look towards the exposed
For guiding and teaching
Run a bony, bloodied, hand
Across the ribcage
Written by
Gray Dawson  19/Trans Male/Chicago IL
(19/Trans Male/Chicago IL)   
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