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Jul 2014
Nails scrape against skin
Collecting dirt under translucent half moons
Tinting shade
Crisp with mint and rust
Corrodes edges
Percolating crevices
Along with bleach white bones
Straw colored hair
Products of peroxide’s touch

Inflated lips puffy
Harboring bodies of deceased
Fragments of skeletons blended smooth
Clean
Stripped of grit
Stripped of love

Plastic eyes glassy
Fixed on light emissions
From tv screens
Cheap magazines
And hours lost on internet
Never to be claimed again
Silver Wolf
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Silver Wolf  nature is my home
(nature is my home)   
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