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I smile when I’m nervous and sometimes I laugh

there are marks on my skin
some naturally placed
others self-inflicted

I told you I’m afraid of needles
but that doesn’t seem
to matter much anymore

what used to be painful
has transitioned into
this numbing of thought

believe me when I tell you
everything will be fine
once morning comes ‘round

you gaze out picture window
arms behind your back
anticipating moon’s rising

I refrain from breaking the silence
dead certain I only ask
rhetorical questions





january two thousand eighteen
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