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You hide yourself in the corners Of your desk, the soft bits tucked away Behind your vest— A downy, growling thing— At five, your heart is stuttering Towards the door And the contours of your eyes Are something close to opening.
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Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 9:07 PM UTC
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You hide yourself in the corners Of your desk, the soft bits tucked away Behind your vest— A downy, growling thing— At five, your heart is stuttering Towards the door And the contours of your eyes Are something close to opening.
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Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 9:07 PM UTC
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