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Sometimes I think they are bugs when I see them from the corner of tired eyes I catch them wandering between my fingers and knees and scratch at phantom itches and fidget when I stand in line Pulling at the make up below my eyelids a target on the hollow of my throat if you were looking for one I pieced together the patterns of strangers like constellations And never let my friends use pen
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Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 6:17 AM UTC
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Sometimes I think they are bugs when I see them from the corner of tired eyes I catch them wandering between my fingers and knees and scratch at phantom itches and fidget when I stand in line Pulling at the make up below my eyelids a target on the hollow of my throat if you were looking for one I pieced together the patterns of strangers like constellations And never let my friends use pen
Ziiek
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Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 6:17 AM UTC
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