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Apr 2017
Ghost hands
Smoothing over
the ridges of my spine,
Through my teal jacket
My glasses clouding with
Salt and heavy breaths

Hold my hand
When I'm fearful,
For my skin
Is crawling,
And the only way to make it stop
Is to grab.
A Thank u to the buds who calmed me down from an anxiety attack on a school bus
Amulet Atari
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Amulet Atari  17/bed
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   kim, ryn and Mack
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