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Oct 2014
She rolls her lip beneath her teeth
Another scab to add to the dusty corners
But it doesn't matter and it never did

Till the stream runs dry and the dirt cracks
Paper thin skin will have its seams
She's a camel without a desert

The red mouth's been pricked and poked
Never wet enough for the thirst to stop
Born without water though her breath forms vapours
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