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Mar 2020
mince my words
until I smell of garlic
self righteous
until I taste blood
codependent
until I feel nothing
fearful
until I see morning
numbness
until I touch skin
anxious
until I sleep
betrayed
until I see evidence
broken
until I find the glue
honest
until I am not
invisible
Written by
Tracy S  F
(F)   
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