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My bones don't fit anymore My hair grows heavy Bearing down on my neck Like a vice. My fingers curl white tight And my stomach roars with wings While my ears are consumed in flame. But my feet continue their reckless shuffle To a song known only to them And perhaps to my lips But they remain stubbornly dumb. REDRAFT: My bones don't fit anymore My hair infuriates Growing wild with rebellion My eyes fill at the slightest provocation While my ears are consumed in flame. My fingers curl white tight And my stomach roars with wings seeking flight. But my feet continue their reckless shuffle To a song known only to them And perhaps to my lips But they remain stubbornly dumb.
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Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 3:04 PM UTC
Growing pains
My bones don't fit anymore My hair grows heavy Bearing down on my neck Like a vice. My fingers curl white tight And my stomach roars with wings While my ears are consumed in flame. But my feet continue their reckless shuffle To a song known only to them And perhaps to my lips But they remain stubbornly dumb. REDRAFT: My bones don't fit anymore My hair infuriates Growing wild with rebellion My eyes fill at the slightest provocation While my ears are consumed in flame. My fingers curl white tight And my stomach roars with wings seeking flight. But my feet continue their reckless shuffle To a song known only to them And perhaps to my lips But they remain stubbornly dumb.
This too will pass.
stevejeff
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Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 3:04 PM UTC
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