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Happy Birthday!
I am made of brittle bones, frozen over in the places you touched me.
I spend every night locked out
on front porches
with only the murmurs of lovers
from inside to remind me
what warm feels like.
I am made of icicle fractures, frozen over in the places you touched me.
I spend every night locked out
on front porches
with only the murmurs of lovers
from inside to remind me
what warm feels like.
I am made of icicle fractures, frozen over in the places you touched me.
Published 5th Apr 2013
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