you never saw what was there under the bracelets, i wore them like rosaries. now i work too much with my hands,they rustled too loudly. and the lines are fading, like when i thought i broke my wrist three quarters into june with twelve hours a day with my toes in the sand, the brace on my arm turned it two colours, one yellow, one brown. i think it
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im writing a poem with "the skeleton elephant ant king and his former self" as a prompt
i accidently drew a picture of it. and thats what i named it. :)
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