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[oxysmartmoron]

she stumbles

over excess words

slapping her tongue

clumsily around her mouth

she stutters

bodily

and wipes her wet palms on her pants

she carries

her whole life on her back

seperated by pockets

packed with zippers

out of view

she swings

in and out of rythm

clinging to nature

as solitude

Comments

[alrightamanda]

hee. lovely dear. do keep in touch, yes. keep writing, lovely lovely.