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my hands won't still and i'm covered in uncomfortable heat i'll be set off by the quietest trill some dark punching beat it will soundtrack me chewed nails can't comb my damp hair slick with sweat from a lark unfree wrapped in sheets, i still feel bare every fear trickles to my feet a tremble, by doubt marbling my blood nervous laughter sickly sweet i'm such a deadly flood
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Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 7:44 PM UTC
the retching bird
my hands won't still and i'm covered in uncomfortable heat i'll be set off by the quietest trill some dark punching beat it will soundtrack me chewed nails can't comb my damp hair slick with sweat from a lark unfree wrapped in sheets, i still feel bare every fear trickles to my feet a tremble, by doubt marbling my blood nervous laughter sickly sweet i'm such a deadly flood
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Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 7:44 PM UTC
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