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This lace is loud-- a loudly changing mound Stuffing the guts Through tiny cuts Of my bright bugs; And your hugs Keep them crawling. I want to tell you. I went to tell you. Strange how I can Find the words Only when it's too late. The bugs may Be exterminated today. But through the emptiness, It's complete mess, I try hard not to stare. I try hard not to care.
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Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 4:24 PM UTC
Bugs
This lace is loud-- a loudly changing mound Stuffing the guts Through tiny cuts Of my bright bugs; And your hugs Keep them crawling. I want to tell you. I went to tell you. Strange how I can Find the words Only when it's too late. The bugs may Be exterminated today. But through the emptiness, It's complete mess, I try hard not to stare. I try hard not to care.
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Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 4:24 PM UTC
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