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Aug 2016
my fingers burn
like old gas stoves
my eyes, wide open
and will not close
turn
and toss
like 4:00 in the morning
bound to bed
swimming in silk sheets
aware of every thread
against my body
and every breath
every night noise, every "bump,"
and regret.
do you ever have trouble sleeping
touka
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touka  23/F/Wilmington, NC
(23/F/Wilmington, NC)   
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