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Mar 2012
top of a tree.
can you spot me?
you can't stop me.
i'm crawling underneath the sky on top of the ground.
try and catch me, i'm nowhere to be found.
stirring up your coffee cup,
milking your bones,
shaking your teeth while your nose hits the floor.
Ginamarie Engels
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