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The atoms that make up my body are particles of dirt, The wind swept me away, now I'm particularly hurt. Adam was the snake and Eve was the tree; We're the worm left wriggling between teeth. My rib cage gives birth to insects and palpitations While my brain ********** quietly with anticipation Keeping thoughts hidden in old socks and between sheets, Pain, a private pleasure meant only for- Me and my delicate expectations, shatter upon fingering With religious dedication. Probe the world in its delicate place, Where time ceases to exist and life has been erased. -SLuR
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Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 3:53 PM UTC
Pierce the apple, not my head.
The atoms that make up my body are particles of dirt, The wind swept me away, now I'm particularly hurt. Adam was the snake and Eve was the tree; We're the worm left wriggling between teeth. My rib cage gives birth to insects and palpitations While my brain ********** quietly with anticipation Keeping thoughts hidden in old socks and between sheets, Pain, a private pleasure meant only for- Me and my delicate expectations, shatter upon fingering With religious dedication. Probe the world in its delicate place, Where time ceases to exist and life has been erased. -SLuR
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Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 3:53 PM UTC
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