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Sep 2012
I long to leave the loop i
weave around my legs, listless
okay, once in a while, waxed over by
candle drops, wishing water would
soothe the burn brought on by bittnerness
cooked into my skin but my body is nonporous
can nothing save me from
being too dramatic?
(c) Brooke Otto
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