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lonely autumn nights blisters and calluses forming on my stiff cold hands *(pure cotton is forgiving of hasty tendencies or picky forms)* wrapped and wound tightly around my fingers every loop an attempt at controlling chaos *(thinking about how i'm not an outcast and i never was)* i'm the shoe in the pair that is slightly too tight on the one foot that's a bit larger than the other or the shirt that you keep wearing for years because it fits but you don't really like it i am the paint on your windowframe that's just fine except for the white flecks it left on the glass *(i've never been an outcast i've always been different?)* i don't like to say i'm different because we're all different i was just different enough to be a slight nuisance or distraction **i apologize too much for what's not my fault and too little for what i should take ownership of** *(something about my personality maybe just misplaced anxiety dictates that all things must be stacked and aligned perfectly.)*
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Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 1:09 AM UTC
tight cotton night
lonely autumn nights blisters and calluses forming on my stiff cold hands *(pure cotton is forgiving of hasty tendencies or picky forms)* wrapped and wound tightly around my fingers every loop an attempt at controlling chaos *(thinking about how i'm not an outcast and i never was)* i'm the shoe in the pair that is slightly too tight on the one foot that's a bit larger than the other or the shirt that you keep wearing for years because it fits but you don't really like it i am the paint on your windowframe that's just fine except for the white flecks it left on the glass *(i've never been an outcast i've always been different?)* i don't like to say i'm different because we're all different i was just different enough to be a slight nuisance or distraction **i apologize too much for what's not my fault and too little for what i should take ownership of** *(something about my personality maybe just misplaced anxiety dictates that all things must be stacked and aligned perfectly.)*
Copyright 9/24/16 by B. E. McComb
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Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 1:09 AM UTC
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