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A Poem by anne
This body as a plate.
This body as wondering
what’s left to serve tonight.
Run out of this
and this
and this.
If emptiness ever n..
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A Poem by anne
There were the days
when you would call yourself
a hero
and the days when
the blood in your mouth
was mine.
On certain Saturday nigh..
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A Poem by anne
Silent girl, they weep,
stop doing that to yourself.
Silent girl, aren't you tired
of being silent?
Aren't you tired of wearing
the dead body..
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A Poem by anne
You told me you needed to escape
so I ran,
but you never followed.
They say there are some things
you cannot outrun.
They say your body..
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