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Feb 2011
I spent the better part
Of an Hour, staring
At my veins, tracing
Blue lines with Black
marker, Sharpie.

I won't tell you how
I spent the worse part.

Different lines run
Through my skin

I counted them:
Faded and Fresh.
Grim tally
of Triple digits.
Written by
Erin A Reed
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