dogwalkingwithdougpart2
Saturday, August 19, 2017
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wkward in my flesh, i performed many repetitive gestures waiting to grow that became unconscious ticks, a secret clock ticking, the hum of a barely perceptible wind in a carapace
i couldn't leave.
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