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anxiety is a dog whistle. a hand on your knee tastes like tin: sharp bright lingering. a survivor, threatened will begin preparations for ten times their past. in this way you can name shadows. your body knows pretense registers his walk before you do. close your ears anxiety is a dog whistle you are a dog
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Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 7:54 PM UTC
i'm still alive
anxiety is a dog whistle. a hand on your knee tastes like tin: sharp bright lingering. a survivor, threatened will begin preparations for ten times their past. in this way you can name shadows. your body knows pretense registers his walk before you do. close your ears anxiety is a dog whistle you are a dog
january.
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Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 7:54 PM UTC
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