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May 2016
i've been picking at this thread
that has come loose in my mind.
my fingers keep reaching for it, compulsively
pulling it further and further.
this hole is getting bigger and
all my edges are frayed
but i keep ******* with it
until all the thread is unraveled in my hand
and now i must weave myself back together.
Cweeta Cwumble
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Cweeta Cwumble
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       Keith Wilson, Cweeta Cwumble, ---, --- and Emma B
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