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The walls of my throat are scratched, By all the fishbones I've swallowed, Forced down by gulps of rice and vinegar. But sometimes, The bones refuse to move. Sometimes, They remain stuck.
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Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 8:13 AM UTC
Fishbones
The walls of my throat are scratched, By all the fishbones I've swallowed, Forced down by gulps of rice and vinegar. But sometimes, The bones refuse to move. Sometimes, They remain stuck.
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imajingation
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imajingation
26/F/Woodbridge, VA
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 8:13 AM UTC
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