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Jun 9
believe it or not,
my silence bleeds
a pool of almost purple.
it runs down my chin
drips onto the carpet.
you can follow the trail
spelling nothing, nothing
nothing.
Anna
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Anna  24/F
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   Man and CJ Sutherland
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