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Jul 2013
I could never help him hide a dead body
in a forest, where creatures have whiskers as thick as vines
blood’s green from chlorophyll falling from trees
dried leaves shield wounds,
because it would be mine. One day
when he is stabbing my heart, it will have to **** me.

I use weeds as bandages. I have had three broken hearts
but never experienced heart failure.
Sarina
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Sarina  forests
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