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I wasn't afraid of
the scars on your wrist
The poison inside you
That temporary bliss
The feeling it gave you
I wasn't afraid

but you were
and I did nothing
Flipping through
the contents of
my old wallets
I found your note
and your name badge
and your ID
and you all ate
me
alive.
© Daniel Magner 2013
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