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She has the moon in her eyes.

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DearPoetry

Published: Aug 27, 2012

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But, this body is a black hole, a hollowed out womb- and these palms are sandpaper thin and bleeding a silent stigmata. "Not yet ripe to fall from her bed, too young to understand her own limbs-" She folds back July's origami skin, wishing for the warmth of winters kiss. She is a raven heart, thumping wildly against the whispers of vintage lips. Her bed is empty, but the sheets are red.

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