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I wear this flannel-plaid red and black button-up long-sleeved shirt more often than a pair of shoes done-up to the neck and wrists so tight bunny-eared laces roped around blue hands and head I sit on a couch bought however long ago with a floral fabric dark wood trim flowing from back to arms into its talon feet dug deep in the flesh of the oak-wood floor it's quicksand cushions swirl to the dark cracks where change and TV remotes die where habit lies contrives to **** the quarters and dimes I might use to buy a new sofa and wardrobe
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Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
Man of the Cloth
I wear this flannel-plaid red and black button-up long-sleeved shirt more often than a pair of shoes done-up to the neck and wrists so tight bunny-eared laces roped around blue hands and head I sit on a couch bought however long ago with a floral fabric dark wood trim flowing from back to arms into its talon feet dug deep in the flesh of the oak-wood floor it's quicksand cushions swirl to the dark cracks where change and TV remotes die where habit lies contrives to **** the quarters and dimes I might use to buy a new sofa and wardrobe
michael-mclean
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Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
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