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My wrist is laid down alone upon a table large well formed feet visible beneath the glass sheet that's chilling to the skin blood recedes from distant hand until it gathers in a puddle between the ulna and radius a bruise of vague percussions spreading up my little metacarpal as it smashes vainly upon resistant stable trying to steady the dancing toes beneath a barrier so clear the dust from last week's walk from work are seen around a sole that won't decide where it wants to go or if going can be defined while blurred blue engulfs the cloudy witness to my pointless movements ontop beneath behind the glass table
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Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 8:42 PM UTC
the glass table
My wrist is laid down alone upon a table large well formed feet visible beneath the glass sheet that's chilling to the skin blood recedes from distant hand until it gathers in a puddle between the ulna and radius a bruise of vague percussions spreading up my little metacarpal as it smashes vainly upon resistant stable trying to steady the dancing toes beneath a barrier so clear the dust from last week's walk from work are seen around a sole that won't decide where it wants to go or if going can be defined while blurred blue engulfs the cloudy witness to my pointless movements ontop beneath behind the glass table
eva-schoolcraft
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Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 8:42 PM UTC
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