| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - R.there is a man that lives inside my bones.he tunnels through my ribs,and he slumbers in my heart.his eyes cut through me like ice.his fingers play the same two chords,my fragile veins are his keys.he whispers into my ear while I am asleepthere is a sadness in his voice i can feel it in my joints.he rests his tired eyes,in the hollows of my clavicle.he traces the freckles with his fingertipsi can f
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