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Feb 2014
Use your lips to numb mine.
Use your hands to smooth away my rough bits
like sandpaper softening wood.

Char up the walls of my mind
so my flaws melt away.

Mince my mouth
when I talk too much.

Peel off my scars
as if they were stickers.

Cut me up
and put me in a jar.
Soak me in vinegar for as long as you'd like.
If you don't like cucumbers,
then I'm a pickle.
Circa 1994
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Circa 1994  Florida
(Florida)   
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