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May 2014
cold veins
beat red fists
through cracked walls
of hearts home

fingers caress and
shudder my skin
he whispers nails
on chalkboard

don't touch me.

bottles bottom
dissolving
coin tosses in
your stomach

she bore
my vegetative
eyes once
living

don't call me.

aggressive he
she depressive
bi polarize me
the perfect gender.

-r0
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