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One roll of quarters on my desk hoarded for a rainy day two books with pages cut out my failed attempt at art three textbooks staring accusingly at me you should be studying, they chant four nail trimmers because its a compulsive habit to stop my nails from cutting my hands when I make a fist five vinyl figures of my favorite characters giving my courage when I feel scared Peter Dean Steve Mike Dany six spoons not sure about that one seven bottles of paint waiting until the urge hits eight dvds from lonely nights when the wifi doesn't work nine half-filled notebooks waiting for a finished story, or notes, or anything ten hardback books that I haven't read in years my room
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May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
Quarters
One roll of quarters on my desk hoarded for a rainy day two books with pages cut out my failed attempt at art three textbooks staring accusingly at me you should be studying, they chant four nail trimmers because its a compulsive habit to stop my nails from cutting my hands when I make a fist five vinyl figures of my favorite characters giving my courage when I feel scared Peter Dean Steve Mike Dany six spoons not sure about that one seven bottles of paint waiting until the urge hits eight dvds from lonely nights when the wifi doesn't work nine half-filled notebooks waiting for a finished story, or notes, or anything ten hardback books that I haven't read in years my room
I don't know why I thought of this. Meh.
kate-ravella
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May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
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