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9-5

You hide yourself in the corners Of your desk, the soft bits tucked away Behind your vest— A downy, growling thing— At five, your heart is stuttering Towards the door And the contours of your eyes Are something close to opening.

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liz-2

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Published: Feb 5, 2017
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