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Oct 2014
i used to think that maybe if i just
swallowed enough of these pills
i could fill my veins with the
yellow pigment they held
so that when my skin opened up
i'd bleed the color of plastic toy trucks
and the sun on winter mornings
instead of bit lips and
tired, teary eyes
but the red never truly faded
until i stopped trying to change it
Morgan
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Morgan  25/F/Scranton Pa
(25/F/Scranton Pa)   
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