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Notebook Paper 5

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.

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Jul 1, 2011
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