I Ruined My Body

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If only I could take my organs

rinse them of my blood

in snow water running down a stream.

let them feel the coolness of the air

and absorb the sunlight never seen.

To stitch them back inside me

in their cages where they bleed.

Don't fix what isn't broken they said,

I was too keen.

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