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Feb 2011
Sometimes I wish I could reach up
and tear this reality to shreds
I'd dig my nails into its flesh
and peel off its skin and watch it
bleed all over my laughing face

I imagine it would be improper
to ****** without first
washing your hands


**My skin is a like a
body bag,
holding my
dead insides
inside
Jessie
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Jessie  a burning bridge
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