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Sep 2013
but i want to be the drugs
he consumes to remind
himself he's alive

i want to replace
his daily blunt;
make the day worth remembering

oh, i wish to stroke his scars;
the way he wished
she would

i want to show him
my wrists
and have him read,
like brail
what this planet of hostility
has carved into my skin
too
Written by
Lana Fraser
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