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The radio talks incessantly, a chatterbox relative sat against the wall never seen but always there, a constant stream of noise. Every now and again something is said that catches your ear and empties itself into your attempts at poetry, a muse, an education, a place you had never been, or will be quite the same ever again.
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Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 7:31 AM UTC
Chatterbox
The radio talks incessantly, a chatterbox relative sat against the wall never seen but always there, a constant stream of noise. Every now and again something is said that catches your ear and empties itself into your attempts at poetry, a muse, an education, a place you had never been, or will be quite the same ever again.
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Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 7:31 AM UTC
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