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Dec 2017
i push through some dull ache
to finish my morning
stretch my muscles of their wake
press on my palms
to rid them of the throe, the throb
the flowerbed that thistle haunts
to warn other blooms against their wants
at least I know I can
touka
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touka  23/F/Wilmington, NC
(23/F/Wilmington, NC)   
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   gmb and Imran Islam
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