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somebody's fool

this is straight from that
strange place;
it's incisors and yarn-
wounds sewn and hearts
split.

I hunt, I call, I live;
no more mysteries exist.
I was the last of my kind-
and I die in defeat.
jessica_orr
Written by jessica_orr (Jessica Orr)
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