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The dirt in your toenails, the sweat between your fingers, an itch on your elbow, the hair on your face, a noise in your ears. Now, gaze into the paper on the desk, Hard, hard and wooden. HA! wait... A feather drags across your arm ever so delicately-BAM! You broke dat vase. EAT! A piece of apple gets stuck in your teeth. Gradu, all wet and slimy, an imprisoned after-taste in your mouth. Now, stare into your neighbor's face. Lips stretched longways-exposed to the elements, riding out the storm. A warm breath invades your facade. Board up the windows, now Hide! Outside, roses bloom and thorns stick into your ankles. You leave behind a trail of blood.
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Feb 19, 2011
Feb 19, 2011 at 10:02 PM UTC
Wired Up
The dirt in your toenails, the sweat between your fingers, an itch on your elbow, the hair on your face, a noise in your ears. Now, gaze into the paper on the desk, Hard, hard and wooden. HA! wait... A feather drags across your arm ever so delicately-BAM! You broke dat vase. EAT! A piece of apple gets stuck in your teeth. Gradu, all wet and slimy, an imprisoned after-taste in your mouth. Now, stare into your neighbor's face. Lips stretched longways-exposed to the elements, riding out the storm. A warm breath invades your facade. Board up the windows, now Hide! Outside, roses bloom and thorns stick into your ankles. You leave behind a trail of blood.
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Feb 19, 2011
Feb 19, 2011 at 10:02 PM UTC
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