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a sink with broken eggshells at the bottom skin turning flush red from the inside goo always making you itch because everything is so nervous if it wasn't there would be no purpose no jackknifing or tossing no thrashing or abrasive arm wrestling to feel a stillness inside your stomach like an eye of a storm patiently smug because  the turbulence is never in only around the debris will never hit your cornea no splintered pupil always wanna be tender but I think brave is best
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May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 1:09 AM UTC
chew your hunger // gnawing your way out
a sink with broken eggshells at the bottom skin turning flush red from the inside goo always making you itch because everything is so nervous if it wasn't there would be no purpose no jackknifing or tossing no thrashing or abrasive arm wrestling to feel a stillness inside your stomach like an eye of a storm patiently smug because  the turbulence is never in only around the debris will never hit your cornea no splintered pupil always wanna be tender but I think brave is best
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May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 1:09 AM UTC
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