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Apr 2013
there are words crawling under my skin itching to get out

and dying to infest your ears, devour your brain

but I do not dare let that happen

some things are better left unsaid
(or are they)

so I let them eat me instead
Annie
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Annie
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   marina, Kate and Gary Muir
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