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    Yes, I see you, all six bloody inches of you spread half-wide and I’m all half-tied, tongue-tied, couldn't ever ask to die but Lord knows that your coarse fingertips on my skin feel more like death than any cadaver and any mistake, can’t seem to find the right words to descr...
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    You taste the way that pennies do after they've been sitting in a fountain for too long. Like iron, like blood. You run hard red and your taste lingers in my mouth the very same way, too. You’re that much a part of me. Really though, I’m sure that you just taste like all the wishes t...
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    Lately, I feel like Edward Scissorhands and you could try asking me what this means but I don’t think that I’d be able to tell you, exactly. Maybe it means that I've been trying too hard or maybe it means that I've not been trying hard enough. All in all, not a lot makes sens...
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    I'm tired of girls like me being told that we should have swan feathers when we're not even birds at all and since when was it okay for you to hold my hands over the fire? You know that they're sensitive just like the rest of me, the rest of me that I learned to hide after she died but she n...
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    You are living in an excessive state of turmoil. You remind me a lot of feral dogs, of rabid dogs, because no matter how much you foam at the mouth, I’ll still love, console, touch, breathe, allow, confirm, validate— I’ll still let you go on believing that you’re human when we can al...
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    Raspberries taste too much like summer afternoons spent with you and him and her and it’s been one thousand and twenty two days since I knew that you had a body, one hundred and forty six weeks since I last heard your footsteps on the wood above my head and it’s been twenty four thousa...
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    When your elisions became bigger than the four letters of my name, bluebirds started throwing themselves into our windows with simple felicity and when your short nails became claws, tools wherewith to split milk skin, doves started crying— there’s nothing human about this....
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    Remember the time that I told you that I thought I’d break you if I pressed too hard? Well, I tried and your spine is like a stalk of bamboo; harder than it seems at first glance and first touch and you’re so busy sitting on your throne of self-denial and hold-backs that you have all but...
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    Why is it so hard for you to understand? I am not the one who had their feathers plucked. Why is it so hard for you to understand? I am not the one with Hell between their legs. Why is it so hard for you to understand? I am not the one who dared stand tip-toe to Death. Why is it so hard for yo...

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