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My room                                               is a work of art on the unvacuumed           canvas lies heaps of U.C.S's (unidentified clusters of                **** heaps                                              that are only destroyed during nights             ...                                 ...                                     .. .    .  . that are fueled with       anxiety or just pu re r               estles snes s . These imperfect     shapes scattered in comforting patterns my          compiled life in pieces   . But I'm st ill restless. The artist is never truly satisfied with her work the mes s of          my                     life tossed comfor tably to the ground until i am provoked by                       ...                              ...               .. . ... Each Article I nd i v i dually held Set    in   place Stumb                                                ling upon Lost object  s       ... .             . forgotten   fabrics that held you unquestionably. a nostaliga art revealing things you were probably already looking for .
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 1:56 AM UTC
something i was probably looking for
My room                                               is a work of art on the unvacuumed           canvas lies heaps of U.C.S's (unidentified clusters of                **** heaps                                              that are only destroyed during nights             ...                                 ...                                     .. .    .  . that are fueled with       anxiety or just pu re r               estles snes s . These imperfect     shapes scattered in comforting patterns my          compiled life in pieces   . But I'm st ill restless. The artist is never truly satisfied with her work the mes s of          my                     life tossed comfor tably to the ground until i am provoked by                       ...                              ...               .. . ... Each Article I nd i v i dually held Set    in   place Stumb                                                ling upon Lost object  s       ... .             . forgotten   fabrics that held you unquestionably. a nostaliga art revealing things you were probably already looking for .
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 1:56 AM UTC
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