licking up my arm a small caterpillar dines on the fuzz of my skin
some way of describing my obsession with my feelings
incessantly scratching me in my sleep, under my sleeves, in my hair little bugs
little larva spilling from my hairs
growing invisible dust like spider webs which you can see in the right angle of sunlight
or with a flashlight
or with these glowing scleras eye-shining
lucidum lucidum dum dee dum dum
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