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In this Realization faze Of this Delicate end of madness Momentarily I unclench my fist Looking down At the nail marks in my palms My hand transforms Into Giant black beetle bugs So many bugs All falling To the floor Then my arm And then my shoulder More and more Squirmy bugs Creepy crawlers All the bugs That make up our core    Billions of bugs That want to start wars      Lots of Bugs...
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Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 11:54 PM UTC
BUG DREAMS
In this Realization faze Of this Delicate end of madness Momentarily I unclench my fist Looking down At the nail marks in my palms My hand transforms Into Giant black beetle bugs So many bugs All falling To the floor Then my arm And then my shoulder More and more Squirmy bugs Creepy crawlers All the bugs That make up our core    Billions of bugs That want to start wars      Lots of Bugs...
Traveler Tim I fell asleep during the presidential debate and dreamt this.
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63/M/Armenian
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 11:54 PM UTC
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