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Crushed Bones

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

THINKING I WOULD NEVER NOTICE





Some one sucks the marrow from my bones,
Is it you?
Cruel impaler, leaning over me in sleep

The fingers I loved so on black and white keys 
Stretch, grotesque, peeling back my skin 

Crack my ribs, tie your bib, suck me dry

Every day I feel more empty
you have the nerve to ask me why.

Posted by Unknown at 1:15 PM

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