Hannah/saying/things

Once I noticed my eyes

Were my eyes, 

The portal became

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The wickedest thing. 

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The meat of the fruit

Was the knowing:

This face, all my own,

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Bruised, bitten, bruised. 

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In the yellow house, in the room

Which is windowless,

Brought a dull knife 

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Near my shadow,

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Slowed approach 

Because I knew,

Shore only the dead hair

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Which was already hanging. 

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I can feel it, still,

Down my neck,

And keep looking. 

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It was not supposed 

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To be like this: 

Now I know

About time: 

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Its shrill, quick bell

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I am the animal

Which believes 

It is not one

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I am the animal

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Anthropomorphizing itself. 

Once I noticed my eyes

Were my eyes, 

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The garden became

A clear, shallow pool. Brought a weapon

Near my neck,

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Then let go.