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We used to sit on radiators and laugh. Heads thrown back, not caring that Everyone could see my black fillings And crooked teeth. Loose-limbed, lazy, brazen, bare. Cackling now, we are louder Though there is less to laugh at. This roar leaves my heart on a precipice. I curl my toes in my shoes.  This is Not funny. Today, when I am amused, I cover my mouth Stare at the floor. Laughing only with my shoulders.
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Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 12:10 AM UTC
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We used to sit on radiators and laugh. Heads thrown back, not caring that Everyone could see my black fillings And crooked teeth. Loose-limbed, lazy, brazen, bare. Cackling now, we are louder Though there is less to laugh at. This roar leaves my heart on a precipice. I curl my toes in my shoes.  This is Not funny. Today, when I am amused, I cover my mouth Stare at the floor. Laughing only with my shoulders.
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Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 12:10 AM UTC
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