Hands constantly numb.
Bitten down to the nub.
Ferociously chew.
Nibbled till nude.
Nervously gnaw.
On perfectly imperfect claws.
Touch ruined skin.
Crunched down grin.
Habit never left behind.
Sorry, I am just not so refined.
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Dizzy to the Point of Exhaustion
PoetryPoems. I know. I am incredibly deep and see meaning in everything. Jokes. Hopefully this doesn't suck. warning: some of these poems definitely kinda suck... oops! #881 in poetry March 4th, 2017👀 #463 in poetry March 9th, 2017😮 #348 in poetry Ma...
