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Feb 2021
what violent eyes you have
ripping open my half-healed wounds
every time you look at me

bruised heart and tender scars
aching again
pulsing as though the fracture was new

every time
if only i could avert my gaze.
Beckett Green
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Beckett Green
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   Bogdan Dragos
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