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i chew on my fingernails

by unlovedprincess

prosperity comes in… prosperity comes… she comes in... shades of black and blue, like bruises when you hit me and tug on my hair, and like apples that ripen and then soften...
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unlovedprincess
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May 1, 2019
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A half sequel to my prom “I am on my knees.” It wasn’t intended to be a sequel or even be a poem at all but reading it made me think of it. I don’t chew on my fingernails anymore. I’ve been really interested in writing that features a lot of hesitation / stuttering

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#black#blue#prosperity#apples#tug#hit#bruise#bruises
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