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538 · Aug 2012
Quiet bones.
So now you've left me
nothing but quiet bones.
You have pulled out
my unreal teeth.
You have taken off
my infallible clothes.
I **** the bitter
night. I **** all its
kisses; they bring
me no joy. You have
trimmed my unabashed
hair, my unyielding
nails.
I am quiet bones.

— The End —