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dear   [             ]  :

i feel like a mouth full of broken glass

numbers written all over my hands,

as i frantically pass them in front of [   ].

this steady rain is treason on my shoulders.

it is unwelcome flattery on the back of

my neck, down the inside of my coat.

my body arches with lightening seizures

aches with space consumed by occupation

makes the world shimmery with delusion.

the sidewalks disappear inside of the

white sun emerging on delicate human

feelings taped up like faded polaroids

the laws break as [   ] touch [  ] wounds

thou shalt not but [   ] did and the tablets

crumble willingly like a shaken heart of cards.

i am sorry. [   ] said. it was a mistake

like eyes locked hands clenched lips

stained with delicate strawberry kisses.

love,

JANEisnotplain