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I just needed to hear something soft like yellow from the lamp or my love because I can't stand the haunting hum of waiting the anxious, ancient hour under my bone half bent, ticking picking my flaws like a hurt bird; it is my time i give away & unlike my heart sadly stuck with me i cannot keep, cannot get these minutes back
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Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC
anxious
I just needed to hear something soft like yellow from the lamp or my love because I can't stand the haunting hum of waiting the anxious, ancient hour under my bone half bent, ticking picking my flaws like a hurt bird; it is my time i give away & unlike my heart sadly stuck with me i cannot keep, cannot get these minutes back
julie-butler
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Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC
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