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Wednesday, September 7, 2011

and she cries when she touches herself
sweet salt running down her face
over her lips
onto her toungue
she wipes madly at her cheekbones
cursing the day that would come
damning the sun and the sad stars
she runs her long fingers through her long hair
they hit every tangle and move to somewhere else
they can’t be stopped
her fingers move down to her jaw
her throat
and clutch around tightly
a small pulse gently knocks on her fingertips
she begins crying again
not understanding the beat


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