why can't i bleed ? | poem

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i cannot do anything right

     my shirts are never ironed

my pants never cuffed

and walking 

on flat ground

      is a struggle

i stain anything i wear

and screw up anything that i try to do


i would sell my soul

      just so i could

do one thing right 

                         although i don't think that the devil buys damaged goods.

-n.c

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