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     By Abriel Newton

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I asked my mother for her skull
and she said yes
but then I sat with the origin of what’s called sin
and he told me I already have
skeletons hanging above my bed,
twine around their throats
like a blister.
I remember
I’m waiting for them to sing
and drop their coins
like gypsies.

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