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Permanent
I hold onto anything that leaves a mark.
rings that coat my fingers in green
doodles in blue ink on my arm
I hope for my injuries to form scars
just to prove their existence.
scratching bug bites until they scab
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Anger
My anger sits just below my sixth rib.
Nestled next to my heart,
the rage has easy access to my bloodstream.
My anger utilizes that location well.
It spreads like a lit match dropped in kerosene.
Loves
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cardiac
last week, my brother dropped his heart
on the pavement and we both
watched as it cracked right open,
spilling in red ribbons and golden gears
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ARE YOU AWAKE YET? (You expected something sweet)
ARE YOU AWAKE YET?