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even bugs leave smudges on despicably clean things. years are live coals, do not keep in pockets. the well-earned scab carries no shame– even the earth groans between giant sidewalk cracks. several trillion hourglasses broke for this one sand, and how many more for the glass. a grass stain is a miracle, blood of the sun holeyness all-revealing: my heels will glow with callous kisses carrying small things like the world
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Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
a few things i found in my shoe
even bugs leave smudges on despicably clean things. years are live coals, do not keep in pockets. the well-earned scab carries no shame– even the earth groans between giant sidewalk cracks. several trillion hourglasses broke for this one sand, and how many more for the glass. a grass stain is a miracle, blood of the sun holeyness all-revealing: my heels will glow with callous kisses carrying small things like the world
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Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
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