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When the bug leaves my bedroom? When the pulse is found in my wrist? When the nail polish is taken off? When the skin is no longer flakey? When the virginity is not hyped? When the text yellows, stinks…resonates? When the daisies die? When the chain is cracked? When the window closes? When the daughter speaks? When the poem’s formed? When the city is redundant? When the cracks are coated? When the 27th letter is added? Will I feel human when the tears trail down my cheeks?
