the foreign taste of your wrist
throws me on my
knees again
......
how do i choose ten poems to represent all of this?
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You step delicately into the wild world and your real prize will be the frantic search. Want everything. If you break break going out not in. How you live your life I don't care but I'll sell my arms for you, hold your secrets forever.
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