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pulling teeth.

 

The words rip through me, 

                          leaving tender graves

 

                          that empty

 

                                      the more I speak. 

 

             This is what it means 

                to raise the dead

 

with no remorse for the 

 

                        forever wound,

 

           undressed and left open 

                     to fresh light. 

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