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little droplets of sweat d r i p p i n g out her pores milliliter                        by                                         milliliter wishing the words could drip out of her that way phrase              by                     phrase but instead she runs runs away from the crashing waves the pressure of the earth's layers trying to squish her into a metamorphic rock she r u n s to make the sweat, form the muscles, feel the pain when she can't make anything else and can't feel everything else she r u n s because the doctors say it will make her happy and the truth is millions of milliliters later it does.
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Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 12:28 PM UTC
dripping
little droplets of sweat d r i p p i n g out her pores milliliter                        by                                         milliliter wishing the words could drip out of her that way phrase              by                     phrase but instead she runs runs away from the crashing waves the pressure of the earth's layers trying to squish her into a metamorphic rock she r u n s to make the sweat, form the muscles, feel the pain when she can't make anything else and can't feel everything else she r u n s because the doctors say it will make her happy and the truth is millions of milliliters later it does.
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Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 12:28 PM UTC
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