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There is a deep sadness that rests in these bones,
You can see it if you look close enough,
Do you see it wilting? Do you see it rotting?
A dusty scar, a well-made suffering, a sturdy ache.
When the weather is nippy and needy,
The pain shivers and sharpens, turn to a bow and arrow,
it can pierce everyone around it,
It is naïve to think it will spare you.
So, I wrap my bones up in a protective cloth so tight they almost break,
So that I don’t get broken, breaking you you too.
It’s the last thing this tender spine wants to do.
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