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thinking: a man called mania

// said of him//wary-eyed//muscles like eggshells//pain//is weakness leaving the body////pain is weakness leaving the body//had enough that he put it on tap and on the house//dripdrip//why but what good is there in a happy childhood//as much as in a happy meal he'd maybe have said//critical his attitude//his place//his mental health//tractable concrete//opacity of mirrors//we shared some things//how old is he? and i//uncaring//distantly obsessed//i divided in my womb//became two//enough of this and i will have fingertips soon//
Written by anna_grin (ANNAN)
Published | Edited 15th Jul 2018
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edited to remove the excuses for writing this way.

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