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Sep 2014
I'm not sick,
Nor well.
White hospital floors guiding me,
White and luminescent,
Are my bright angels.
Gagging and tear stains,
"Friends.'
My body holds the words,
Forever kept as scars,
Imprinted on my sinners body.
The innocent can never last.
Written by
Skye  Houghton, Michigan
(Houghton, Michigan)   
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