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he liked to count his ribs ( 1 2 3 4 ...) and brush his nails against his collarbones (so prominent...) his palms cupped his knobby elbows (years to perfect...) and the sun shone between his thighs (lighting up his world...) his body was so very      a l i v e his heart beat in    o v e r t i m e meanwhile, his eyes were      d e a d .
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Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 3:02 PM UTC
the boy with the skinny frame.
he liked to count his ribs ( 1 2 3 4 ...) and brush his nails against his collarbones (so prominent...) his palms cupped his knobby elbows (years to perfect...) and the sun shone between his thighs (lighting up his world...) his body was so very      a l i v e his heart beat in    o v e r t i m e meanwhile, his eyes were      d e a d .
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Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 3:02 PM UTC
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