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Jul 2013
i dreamed
of ****** knees,
torn flesh under my fingernails
and sweet catharsis in the sticky mess.

your eyes, wide
opened up like your mouth;
you screamed,
high and frightened,
a little girl underneath a grown man's skin.

i wish this was not common,
and i have built this cage of blood and scars;
if you are worthy, break it open
(but i hope you fly away)
Skulls
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Skulls
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