Haud Yer Wheesht (Hold Your Tongue) by Lindz McLeod
Love leaves me whole, / a pockmarked moon. / Pared wounds knitted together / by chewing ants, each / champing tiny jaws over my flesh.
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Love leaves me whole, / a pockmarked moon. / Pared wounds knitted together / by chewing ants, each / champing tiny jaws over my flesh.
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