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  • of all the sensations I can manage to conjure, the clearest is the memory of fingers tracing patterns into the crook of my arm.

    today, walking to 7Eleven, I caught sight of a rusty nail sticking out of wooden fence. I thought of another time a fine point needle was shoved into the vein between my bicep & forearm, injecting me with tetanus. 

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