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May 14
The edge of me has never rounded
it remains sharpened
razor cuts are dangerous
The muscles within choke
bent and barbed in wires

A fatal heart never takes a beat
sealed meat, so tender
A cage can snap closed like a vice
pounding at the cellar door
echoing through the halls
When its just you, not a wound
Lahkeesha Ghastin
Written by
Lahkeesha Ghastin  34/F/Appleton, WI
(34/F/Appleton, WI)   
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   Jeremy Betts
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