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Feb 2015
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stuffed under my
shirt clenched behind
my knees strangled
by the tips of my
teeth glued to the spaces
between every s p l a y e d f i n g e r
like some squeaky stiff
chameleon of colors
i stay put
  or else away
      they all will

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when being in control seemed like something you were supposed to be
Heather Nicole
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