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my lips are chapped, my skin is pealing, my thoughts are ripping into pieces i asked you where my chap stick went please blink back to at least let me know that you heard. i am full of everything possible and the bathroom smells like vinegar and fresh paint brushed along my skin when will i hear your voice again?
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Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 5:46 PM UTC
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my lips are chapped, my skin is pealing, my thoughts are ripping into pieces i asked you where my chap stick went please blink back to at least let me know that you heard. i am full of everything possible and the bathroom smells like vinegar and fresh paint brushed along my skin when will i hear your voice again?
part of a really rough poem i am working on. thoughts?
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Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 5:46 PM UTC
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