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It starts as a gentle hum in my lower back Then it becomes a twitch This is when I should stop But my eyes are just too wide Absorbing every word Until my blood is boiling It travels up my spine A burning razor line I write some words Then throw them out This infuriating thing So I pour some whiskey on it It always makes my head spin Then i smoke it back on straight Face contorts and teeth grind And then she goes away
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Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 4:23 PM UTC
Chitin
It starts as a gentle hum in my lower back Then it becomes a twitch This is when I should stop But my eyes are just too wide Absorbing every word Until my blood is boiling It travels up my spine A burning razor line I write some words Then throw them out This infuriating thing So I pour some whiskey on it It always makes my head spin Then i smoke it back on straight Face contorts and teeth grind And then she goes away
Koroko
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Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 4:23 PM UTC
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