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May 2016
I wake up with a fever fueled mainly by your hands
Or lack thereof for that matter

I disrupt the monotony found at the bottom of my coffee cup
Or ***** glass for that matter
Scar
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Scar  In the back of your knees
(In the back of your knees)   
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