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Cutting to Existence My little brother cuts himself into existence. With razor tongue I try to shave his pain, he wouldn't listen. His ears are woollen screams, the wrath of heartbeats breaking to the surface. His own Red Art. When he cups his bleeding hands the sea of our childhood wells in my eyes wells in his veins like common salt.
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