urges
raze
a
torn
picture
is
worth
a
thousand
tongue
-tied
whispers
.
i
run
from
the
raw
shine
of
my
boiling
bed
,
and
drink
the
bitter
milk
of
being
born
to
better
burn
what's
mine
.
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from
