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the spaces

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acciopen

Published: Oct 29, 2010

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while he moves his mechanical
fingers in my rib cage
i wonder if he feels how
brittle and cracked
from overuse they are?
from everyone
reaching for my heart
from between my ribs.

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londonrey

Oct 29, 2010

i love that question mark.
also, your title is amazing.
i know what you mean.

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