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Aug 29
Tight skin throbbing
Under sleeves long

Prickling hums
Growing red and warm

Sweat trickles
Lines start to ache

Nails making sure
They never fade
I just keep picking at them
Lostling
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Lostling  Visiting my grave
(Visiting my grave)   
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     Nick Moore and Emmy
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