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Dec 2013
i never knew my bones could ache,
until i met him.
i haven't eaten in three days
and my ribs are poking my stomach
and hips are sticking out.
my touch is faint
and my head is pounding.
my knees are boney
and they clack together as they tremble.
my lips are dry and scabbed from picking at them,
missing his.
im cold and empty,
i can't sleep.
we're not in love,
but god,
could we be.
Manda Leigh
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