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Scabby Bones
March 11, 2013
I am seventeen,
and I can feel my dreams dying all the way
through my bones.
(Papercuts plague my fingers, falling
behind
in paperwork and paper plans
(bburning bbridges is a hard task for me,
I always end-up igniting myself,
limbs scabbing over,
leaving me sensless&
dying
for a smoke.
thin)blue)heat
filling my lungs
softening my
kneejoints*fingerjoints*justanotherjoint
to the shed the scabs
and forget
tthe ttears
© Olivia E., Alto, MI
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