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script
i woke this morning to find the bed had written messages on my undersides in spidery script between ink and impression they started fading immediately i ran outside to the lawn and called my name up past the sparrows to show i knew i’d been touched then fell on the grass to read the soles of my feet they said repeat repeat repeat my palms said hush my fingers tips said how then the writing was gone and i curled and uncurled around the oak tree pressing into the bark
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