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This Body. This humanly. Thing. It keeps me settled. In a skin too tight. Or is it simply Too big? This thing that takes me through the world. When i rather hover over it. or fly. This thing that Relays information. I can never understand. I try to make it understand too. In miscommunications It never understands. This body is a home i haven't moved into. Where i know this is my place. But cant unpack my bags. And its taking twenty years. To only settle in.
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Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC
this. body.
This Body. This humanly. Thing. It keeps me settled. In a skin too tight. Or is it simply Too big? This thing that takes me through the world. When i rather hover over it. or fly. This thing that Relays information. I can never understand. I try to make it understand too. In miscommunications It never understands. This body is a home i haven't moved into. Where i know this is my place. But cant unpack my bags. And its taking twenty years. To only settle in.
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Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC
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