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Bugs
Under my skin is home to thousands of bug always biting always crawling.
As I lay there i hear them talking, planing their next day, " To the brain!" " No to the liver!"
All I can do is lay there, I don't sleep... I don't sleep. Just me and the bugs.
Even when I pinch them or smack them they come back, and they bite back. I have sores all over from their bites.
Bad bugs always biting, al..always..mean...
As I lay there i hear them talking, planing their next day, " To the brain!" " No to the liver!"
All I can do is lay there, I don't sleep... I don't sleep. Just me and the bugs.
Even when I pinch them or smack them they come back, and they bite back. I have sores all over from their bites.
Bad bugs always biting, al..always..mean...
Published 15th Dec 2014
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15th Dec 2014 4:48pm
15th Dec 2014 6:46pm
Great poem, it can be taken in many ways or literally. Both of which I can relate to.
17th Dec 2014 3:11am
