I chose
while strangers
poke dirty veins
to expose
their flames.
Can not
I hide
from a bruise
and these Cases
wont know
too little
a drug
is not
enough.
Belonging
in dirt
above
the soil
where nothing grows.
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| A variety I chose while strangers poke dirty veins to expose their flames. Can not I hide from a bruise and these Cases wont know too little a drug is not enough. Belonging in dirt above the soil where nothing grows. |
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