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they've cut off the branches i used to hang my self on stubs remain wet and crumbling and the ornaments lay scattered on the floor my soul quivers and folds in to the ground every time i return any desperate regrowth is cut back shorter the stubs break piece by piece to the floor and my trachea bends in a red-knotted bow around the stump with the largest bump on the end out through my rib cage around my throat wrapping wrapping lethally around my soul and my heart and under my chin
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May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 3:21 AM UTC
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they've cut off the branches i used to hang my self on stubs remain wet and crumbling and the ornaments lay scattered on the floor my soul quivers and folds in to the ground every time i return any desperate regrowth is cut back shorter the stubs break piece by piece to the floor and my trachea bends in a red-knotted bow around the stump with the largest bump on the end out through my rib cage around my throat wrapping wrapping lethally around my soul and my heart and under my chin
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May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 3:21 AM UTC
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