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Jun 2013
Bones break
Bones melt under my touch
Monster inside me
Monster devouring me
Who am I?
The silver blade lays a heavy hand on my throat
but its all for good measure
It slides and it slicks in pools of cold blood
Guess I'm dead better
Grace Jordan
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Grace Jordan
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