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Aug 2013
Tonight I bent over
to slide my fingers down
my throat & purge my sins away,

but I came to find that
my esophagus has learned
so much after months of this
nightly ritual that it no longer
needs my assistance

it’s hard to exist when
the things you are most
proud of are the things
you have to hide from
everyone else.

- S.G.
Stella Gamber
Written by
Stella Gamber  Greensburg, PA
(Greensburg, PA)   
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