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my house a shambles, clutter every=where; I know there’s beauty somewhere underneath the half-done projects, all in disrepair - - ! I stumble on a knife with missing sheath, my body | scored | by everyday-turned-teeth. some days a stifling fog will manifest: in limp fatigue, I dream a lily wreath, again, again, the morbidly obsessed, all • move•ment • choke • sup•pressed.
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Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 10:25 AM UTC
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my house a shambles, clutter every=where; I know there’s beauty somewhere underneath the half-done projects, all in disrepair - - ! I stumble on a knife with missing sheath, my body | scored | by everyday-turned-teeth. some days a stifling fog will manifest: in limp fatigue, I dream a lily wreath, again, again, the morbidly obsessed, all • move•ment • choke • sup•pressed.
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Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 10:25 AM UTC
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