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Jun 2013
I miss the feel of having
Smooth wrists,
Sides,
Thighs,
And shoulders.
Every bit of me
Is now an open wound to
Match my mind-
And everyone can see it.
Every bump on the way from
Grace,
Every welt that
Scars the temple,
Every time I made myself
More tainted
Through scarlet evenings
Just to sleep.
Anna
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Anna
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