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Oct 2013
They used to crawl
across the ceiling
and
drop
over her when
she slept
to make razor
slices
in her hips
and by morning
they
were gone
But they aren't slaves
to sunlight
anymore
so they never
have to leave
They stick to her
bones
and breathe her
lungs
to
haunt her
always
Written by
Mari Kay Van Fleet  Too close to nowhere
(Too close to nowhere)   
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   Missblackraven, Yip, Kwaician, Why Me and Morgan
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