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rollins
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all we are is angel dust in the wound
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blue star
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open and sucking gaping hungry seething selfish vindictive greedy vulnerable I am a walking wound.
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020507
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Sonya
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It's covered with a bandage featuring a fuzzy, brown, sad-eyed basset hound. Special fingerprints linger on it. I often rub it for good luck when the days are hectic. The wound is no more.
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anonymouse
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Here, I got you a band-aid.
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020508
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tender_square
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a small piece of benign me was removed. needled and numbed. prodded and poked. the angry spot didn't weep as it should have. and so a hole was punched with cutting tool in a nurse's grip i couldn't feel. i became an open sore. a needle threaded and tugged through skin, three stitches above my abdomen. a fleshy nub of me floated in a tube of alcohol labeled with my name. the frankenstein track gave an inflamed grin in the mirror. now i must wait for the wound, for the loose ends to mend over what was taken.
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220621
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what's it to you?
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