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Sep 2014
So now you've left me
nothing but quiet bones.

You have pulled out
my unreal teeth.

You have taken off
my unlaughable clothes.

I **** the bitter
night. I **** all its

kisses; they bring
me no joy. You have

trimmed my unabashed
hair, my unyielding

nails.
I am quiet bones.
William Crowe II
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William Crowe II  Georgia, USA
(Georgia, USA)   
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