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I Can Control.

I pause every couple feet, my shoes and pant cuffs soaked. I stop to save the drowning worms pinkish-gray, nearly gasping littering the sidewalk like leaves. you pull on my coat sleeve and say stupid boy-things bruise fingerprints on my arm and kick at the writhing worms.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 2/21/2010 10:18:00 PM
God I want to have lunch with you Nichole!
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Date: 2/10/2010 8:56:00 PM
GOOD WRITE .I CLOSED MY EYES AND IMAGINED THE WHOLE THING GOING ON.....I.T.
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