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  • Writer's picturePaige Harris

Cold Steel

Concrete carcasses 

Zip tied

To our hearts 

Trap me 

Florescent skylights 

Burnt pale skin 


In the knees 


In the head 

Raw retinas 

Can’t see through 



Windshield wipers 

Scrape the filth 

From my 


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