come hither, again
i'm painting now
i'm stringing a web
in my fingers
i'm drinking
coffee and sitting
on the couch for hours
i cut bangs in my hair
i always wear a bun
and large sweater
i blow my nose
i file my nails
i'm staying up late
and sleeping in
dressing in black
running around
running my tongue
along my coffee teeth
i eat slices of bread
run my fingers along
the crusty edges of my
eyelashes in the morning
prop myself up with
a pillow, saying good morn
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mmmm
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