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Apr 2011
my fingertips itch

for something iknow

i'm not supposed to want

to have.



it's within my grasp,

i can feel my veins

rising to the surface of my skin

because my body wants

what my brain

won't allow it.



blood boils better under pressure

and i can't come up for air soon enough.



do as i say

not as i do.
Written by
Hannah Johnson
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