Poems and thoughts written by someone who lives with Autism.
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Sunday, 20 October 2013
tease worst kind
my damn fingers itch
worst for me as I can't react
flaps of skin waiting to be pulled
and then I succumb quite easily
and the genius of healing
restores it right back
I enjoy the feeling that
a good sloughing will do.
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