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Jul 2011
Frumious, multitudinous and speedy,
My toes tickle each other as they
Twitch to the beat of my seedy
Skin's rhythm. They itch the tired,
Flimsy freckles into grimacing
Their way to the mistaken pyre
Where toes are simply fingers that
Prefer soil to flesh.
Elizabeth
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