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i want to start something - pick up an instrument, a brush, a flash - want to get this thing inside of me out sweet and sharp a cluster of contradictions that ebb and flow smoothly from one e x t r e m e t o a n o t h e r it feels electric, burning, bright - like the stars are under my skin leaving me thrumming, aching it ZINGS Rings Round and round my head heart home
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Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
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i want to start something - pick up an instrument, a brush, a flash - want to get this thing inside of me out sweet and sharp a cluster of contradictions that ebb and flow smoothly from one e x t r e m e t o a n o t h e r it feels electric, burning, bright - like the stars are under my skin leaving me thrumming, aching it ZINGS Rings Round and round my head heart home
kat-zimmerman
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Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
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