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Lexington Poetry Month



whispering innocence in an ear for the third time in the dark; digging each peeling fingernail into an inch-thick scalp; waiting to scrape out the insides of a skull; bending a rosy arm around the bite marks on a spine… and humming

humming a mellow tune before the sky falls 

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