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Bite Marks |
| Lilac Bruises My hair sheds Lilac bruises bloom Decorating my knees My ribs show Pushing softly against The stretch of Skin. "You're dying. What's wrong with you?" "So many things." They're always older So much wiser, prettier than me Why do I feel pure? Every day, you take a piece of Me For your collection One day, my Teeth Will hang from your ceiling. |