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There is nothing static
in the bones of my fingers ...
they flex and stretch
and reach
for the moon
and the toes that tap
through the wires
dig the graves
in an ordinary
space
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There is nothing static in the bones of my fingers ... they flex and stretch and reach for the moon
and the toes that tap through the wires dig the graves in an ordinary space
~~~~~ Author notesImage: http://louisebittersweet.deviantart.com/art/reach-out-for-the-stars-109350951 In a listComments
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