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Some nights my bones feel like milk, Pouring into the sheet I lay upon, Draining me of form. I become a suit of skin.
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Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 2:45 PM UTC
Exhaustion
Some nights my bones feel like milk, Pouring into the sheet I lay upon, Draining me of form. I become a suit of skin.
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Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 2:45 PM UTC
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