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There’s peanut butter where the tongue used to be All the heart’s mutterings stuck in the throat The honey wheat lips crumbling under prying fingers That try to set the desperate things free
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Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 12:30 AM UTC
-in a jam
There’s peanut butter where the tongue used to be All the heart’s mutterings stuck in the throat The honey wheat lips crumbling under prying fingers That try to set the desperate things free
#silence#loneliness#trauma#void#body#love
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28/Northampton, MA
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 12:30 AM UTC
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