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hips are farther apart when I sit, hands are toes are spread fingers like spindles like broken into minute portions of matter, moving about in this                                                                           big                            &                        empty not mov            ing but              breath                  ing and                  tingl                        ing, too
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Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 9:10 PM UTC
The neighbors are mostly deaf, I can always hear their television.
hips are farther apart when I sit, hands are toes are spread fingers like spindles like broken into minute portions of matter, moving about in this                                                                           big                            &                        empty not mov            ing but              breath                  ing and                  tingl                        ing, too
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Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 9:10 PM UTC
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