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i don't want each month to become a benchmark i can already feel myself like a steel stiletto scrawling each day off anxiously waiting for time to heal when it's only been the tick of a metronome to Scriabin's best holding the slick undone slivers of myself together as wet kindling, an offering that I hardly know how to give.
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Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 9:03 PM UTC
chicken scratch.
i don't want each month to become a benchmark i can already feel myself like a steel stiletto scrawling each day off anxiously waiting for time to heal when it's only been the tick of a metronome to Scriabin's best holding the slick undone slivers of myself together as wet kindling, an offering that I hardly know how to give.
(c) Brooke Otto 2017 6th.
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Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 9:03 PM UTC
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