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Oct 2013
i think you have small holes in your fingers
from the times you're pricked by a needle
while you sew me back together.
you don't ask for any bandaids
you don't try to clean the blood
you weave in an out of my every fiber
and pull just tight enough.
Dilectus
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   Fiona Mae and g
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