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Poetic Interlude XX

Illness   That cruel curl to your lip, -the edge of your voice- The rare lack of make-up Masking your crumpled skin. Rotting teeth, drowned sinuses, Stubby thick fingers; crumpled nails: Fresh blood on ruined wrists.   Barbara   The … Continue reading

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