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Do you remember
when I slit my wrists with leaded fingers
overcame my death with insults
to the head
it was raining and I was mad needed to be tied -a
patient
weaving spinning insults to my head & heart
you wrapped knives in your hands needed protecting I confessed
supplements
for dreams I
had danced so long with silver I thought it was becoming split by grains
conspiracies a
tournaquet of coins for
my being
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Shards swallowed
cut on every inhale
frozen and sharp
chest rises
deflates
and all the rest
burn
and itch
throat dries
choaks on nothing
spit and glass

James found one of my old poems...it's odd hearing your writing after a year...