The keyboard on which I type has built
A layer of gunk, finger oils, and
What have you
My houses are formed of chicken scratch
Wooden board, then - nail, another board, it's
Just practice
A Hallmark life and coffee spoon lines
Too chicken to scratch - an itch, the surface,
Toothless skin
So maybe just maybe, peel yourself up from the world
Claw the sensation away wherever it comes
For ****** mere moments, let yourself become unfurled
Sep 18, 2021
Sep 18, 2021 at 12:35 AM UTC
The keyboard on which I type has built
A layer of gunk, finger oils, and
What have you
My houses are formed of chicken scratch
Wooden board, then - nail, another board, it's
Just practice
A Hallmark life and coffee spoon lines
Too chicken to scratch - an itch, the surface,
Toothless skin
So maybe just maybe, peel yourself up from the world
Claw the sensation away wherever it comes
For ****** mere moments, let yourself become unfurled
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