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DearPoetry

Published: Aug 2, 2013

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blood oranges are beautiful. we can slice them open without a moment’s thought, - their crimson juices licked from our lips like ichor. & that is what i want to be. - scarred fruit, still savoring the promises i sucked from your mouth - to wear like staples along my spine. - i was cut open once.

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Anonymous Secret: “I wonder if I can use scarification as an excuse to break my promises…"

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