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Mar 24
I don’t often run into my collar bones
My hands are too busy tugging on the too tight knit shirt
Today I didn’t have to fight the stitching off
It hugged my knees loosely
Enough room for you, me and all the hungry ghosts between us
I don’t often run into my collar bones
Today you could drink from them
Madeysin
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Madeysin  Pa
(Pa)   
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     Bogdan Dragos and Wyatt
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