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there’s dirt and food under my nails
simply washing my hands doesn’t rid me of it
I have to painstakingly dig under each one
water purifying them
rinsing the grit away
as if.
Imagine if I weren't medicated….
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June 23, 2009 in Poem | Tags: aging, becoming hard, becoming more fucked up, damage, fucked up, metal, oxidation, oxygen, rust, water | 5 comments
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