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a random lady once told me there's arsenic in the town water supply so i'm trying to drink it every day the dishwasher is running sandwich cooler is cooling and i'm curled in a ball in the dark on one of those square cushioned wood framed couches and if i shut my eyes tight enough i'm a kid again on a lazy saturday afternoon but i don't want to be a kid again and it happens to be monday i've met a boy recently and he's a person unlike i who am one part girl to one part shaking hands to one part arsenic i'm screaming into the void that i hope this works out hope this works out hope this works out but i have a feeling in the pit of my stomach that i might ruin it or maybe that's just the arsenic
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Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 5:08 PM UTC
arsenic
a random lady once told me there's arsenic in the town water supply so i'm trying to drink it every day the dishwasher is running sandwich cooler is cooling and i'm curled in a ball in the dark on one of those square cushioned wood framed couches and if i shut my eyes tight enough i'm a kid again on a lazy saturday afternoon but i don't want to be a kid again and it happens to be monday i've met a boy recently and he's a person unlike i who am one part girl to one part shaking hands to one part arsenic i'm screaming into the void that i hope this works out hope this works out hope this works out but i have a feeling in the pit of my stomach that i might ruin it or maybe that's just the arsenic
Copyright 3/20/17 by B. E. McComb
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Mar 20, 2017 at 5:08 PM UTC
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