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evening talks into morning walks home stronger alone his bones are the needles that ***** ink into my skin I can't begin to fathom the nerve stinging print that sends me ringing in my collar bones, which ache from oversleeping, can't see anyone today I'm too busy dreaming.
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Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 10:06 AM UTC
5 a.m. Breakfast
evening talks into morning walks home stronger alone his bones are the needles that ***** ink into my skin I can't begin to fathom the nerve stinging print that sends me ringing in my collar bones, which ache from oversleeping, can't see anyone today I'm too busy dreaming.
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Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 10:06 AM UTC
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