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Friday, March 29, 2013
I pick at scars until they bleed again.
These will go dying with my body, still remembering the skin.
Perhaps I should have been a man, all covered in my fur-
A coat to bear like arms into the world.
But I am small and soft-
Breasts and parchment paper, lost.
I am not made for this war.
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