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it is too late for sleep and it is too late to be awake surrounded by thoughts that overheat my skin and pull at my bones for what?
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Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 1:17 AM UTC
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it is too late for sleep and it is too late to be awake surrounded by thoughts that overheat my skin and pull at my bones for what?
faith-turnage
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Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 1:17 AM UTC
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