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On this side of the guard rail
I am staring
at the nearly perfect circle
of flaking flesh
at the corner of my toenail.
I smell my arm.
The arm-hairs rise
and enter the cavity
of my sniffing nostril.
I suppose we will
reach the beach
a few hours from now.
at the nearly perfect circle
of flaking flesh
at the corner of my toenail.
I smell my arm.
The arm-hairs rise
and enter the cavity
of my sniffing nostril.
I suppose we will
reach the beach
a few hours from now.
Published 27th Jun 2012
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2nd Jul 2012 12:05pm
lmao no idea what you're trying to lead me to, but its incredibly funny and disgusting. fun read.
