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Jun 2010
My bone structure is broken
These contusions- unseen
Yet, they're as real as the skin they hide underneath.

They cling to my ribs
They're the blush on my cheeks
I'm a fragile construction of feverish dreams.

Your words are like x-rays
That reveal where I'm weak
What once was deemed beautiful
Is the mere cage that contains me.

(July 11, 2008)
KM Jones
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