| Bedsprings cut my knees. |
| Shoulder blades, they dip deep.
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| Legs are numb, but still I wait. |
| I arch to hear you breathe.
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| The licked hand. |
| The licked hand. |
| Shaken child in clothes to big for him.
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| Unsolicited opinion: I don’t like the men you’re with.
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| A reoccurring idea: White sands with no end; |
| a sunny day with no wind.
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| You firmly planted in my hands.
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| Christ, oh Christ, reveal the secret of your device to me.
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| If I pinned myself to planks would I receive attention now denied to me?
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| The licked hand. |
| The licked hand. |
| Shaken child in clothes to big for him.
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| Unsolicited opinion: I don’t like the men you’re with.
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| A bug crawled up my ribcage. |
| I left the farm and made my way.
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| Lone pigeon to migrate, the the thought that killed my brain.
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| Christ, oh Christ, reveal the secret of your device to me.
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| If I pinned myself to planks would I receive attention now denied to me?
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| The licked hand. |
| The licked hand. |
| Shaken child in clothes to big for him.
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| Unsolicited opinion: I don’t like the men you’re with.
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| The licked hand. |
| The licked hand. |
| Tongue pressed to thumb bad.
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| The licked hand. |
| The licked hand. |
| I’m lost under your bed. |