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Tuesday, August 11, 2015

The wound

The wound is open most of the time, weeping and unnoticed, until I can see her. When I see her my wound closes , on burrowed time it does not heal. 


She leaves soon, to return to Texas.

Texas , Illinois , California , it doesn't matter.   

The sutures are starting to rip.


And it fucking hurts brand new.


Goddamn it.

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