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I’m banging my head thru the wall. That tic and click as my head tics back and forth just begging to be twisted it off.
Off like a switch of a twitch that is itchy that can’t be itched because it’s deep inside the clicks and ribs that can’t be ripped.
I’m living with the constant tremble of a broken twitching and shifting body that won’t stop clicking and picking until I can’t control an ick.
Tics ***** and is annoying. That’s all to it. This poem ain’t that deep
Snow red fox
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