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A Little too Deep
Her
Words
Are
Slicing
Through
My
Head
Every
Ankle
Wrist
And
Thigh
Is
Red
How
Much
Deeper
Until
My
Anointed
Bed
Words
Are
Slicing
Through
My
Head
Every
Ankle
Wrist
And
Thigh
Is
Red
How
Much
Deeper
Until
My
Anointed
Bed
Published 19th Dec 2021
Author's Note
unpublished entry from 2017
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- Edited 19th Jul 2023 3:46am
19th Dec 2021 7:46pm
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20th Dec 2021 00:00am
23rd Dec 2021 12:25pm
I like how the words are aligned as a line straight down the page, such as a red line of a cut; the poem itself slices.
24th Dec 2021 11:06pm
