Abrasing Poems - Poems about Abrasing

... I’ve taken up polishing skulls. Not trophies, just my kin— their sockets still echoing what they aren't ready to hear. Though it's only what they've said themselves. I never knew ......

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...Do I really need this money as this job shall be, the death of me. But I think that's what I really want, when I think subconsciously. Now such a thought I think a thought I think much oftenly. ......

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