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May 2016
blue at times on the cusp of something deep and profound
or careless on  the brink of a laugh at me
or subcutaneous itching all over for something new
now I am in between caught right there where I doubt
the next meaning and **** itch
is quite annoying
as are the little thoughts sprung forth from inside to
fleetingly go away as fast
wordvango
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