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Feb 2013
It's nothing but a tickle
a little itch on your left thigh
actually your knee
scratch, but now your ear prickles
and your bangs flop in your face
it builds up until you canΒ Β no longer ignore
so you pull over...and go crazy
nails biting into your flesh
tracing white lines of chalkboard scraped skin
the short lasting burn gives way to relief
from the daily reminders
intermediate notions hinting
hey, you're alive.
So while your mind wants to meander
through marauding thoughts
of mutiny of your ship
your foot will develop an insisting itch
that you just have to scratch
till it hurts
and satisfies.
Till you realize you are alive.
Icarus M
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Icarus M  25/Earth
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