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Dec 2016
the voices on the outer edge are chiming in
with the thing you hold that peels your skin
blink again another second like a needle through your head
colorful notes without a sound like everything that wasn't said
A test of sorts. Putting down the first thoughts and words that surface.
Darkly
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Darkly  28/M/Wisconsin
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