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Sep 2016
my hands won't still
and i'm covered in uncomfortable heat
i'll be set off by the quietest trill
some dark punching beat
it will soundtrack me
chewed nails can't comb my damp hair
slick with sweat from a lark unfree
wrapped in sheets, i still feel bare
every fear trickles to my feet
a tremble, by doubt marbling my blood
nervous laughter sickly sweet
i'm such a deadly flood
Leo
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Leo  beijing
(beijing)   
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