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Peculiar is it — the effect of another set of limbs. More often than not, take their toll over us.                 beyond bodies, hollow                 bones, frail A casual vacancy which soon prevails. Translucent tethers, often bound Maps are drawn by the lines of an idle frown. Rhythmic lullaby hidden behind a tired wheeze I disappear, beneath your crown. What I'm trying to say here is that your                                                                       limbs, they captivate me and hold my body down. They piece my bones until I'm me again and allow my worn out strings to reach ubiquitous ground. (c.b)
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 5:43 AM UTC
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Peculiar is it — the effect of another set of limbs. More often than not, take their toll over us.                 beyond bodies, hollow                 bones, frail A casual vacancy which soon prevails. Translucent tethers, often bound Maps are drawn by the lines of an idle frown. Rhythmic lullaby hidden behind a tired wheeze I disappear, beneath your crown. What I'm trying to say here is that your                                                                       limbs, they captivate me and hold my body down. They piece my bones until I'm me again and allow my worn out strings to reach ubiquitous ground. (c.b)
Finally publishing & still feels nowhere near perfected or having reached potential
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 5:43 AM UTC
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