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Sep 2014
Stretched pieces of my flesh
Gutting this zygote as it has already attached
A blood stream of bleach washes it away
Wounds clawing at the massacring ghost
I do not believe in abortion this is just something that came to me. Not sure why.
Flawless Contradictions
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Flawless Contradictions  45/F/Michigan
(45/F/Michigan)   
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   Brittle Bird
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