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I dreamt that wax sqeezed out from my ears like toothpaste. Dripped onto my feet casting a mold. Statuing my legs. Zipping up my hips. I dreamt my throat was a metal pipe running dry. Vibrating echoes cut short and replaced with a dusty ellipsis. Passively shrinking inside a shell that I'll never be strong enough to crack. How did this happen? How did the thing we're made of become the thing to **** us?
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May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 9:11 PM UTC
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I dreamt that wax sqeezed out from my ears like toothpaste. Dripped onto my feet casting a mold. Statuing my legs. Zipping up my hips. I dreamt my throat was a metal pipe running dry. Vibrating echoes cut short and replaced with a dusty ellipsis. Passively shrinking inside a shell that I'll never be strong enough to crack. How did this happen? How did the thing we're made of become the thing to **** us?
tiffany-norman
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May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 9:11 PM UTC
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