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I'm still learning your English. I put more weight into the pauses because silence is what I am accustomed to. I can go for days without a word and you have gone longer. Our last conversation was another apology. We exist in in our withdrawals. Pockets of interactions we run out of. I am akin to your back alleys, your dealings with men without you saying a word. Do you also know I sit around the corner-- coping, too.
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Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 4:02 PM UTC
Pockets
I'm still learning your English. I put more weight into the pauses because silence is what I am accustomed to. I can go for days without a word and you have gone longer. Our last conversation was another apology. We exist in in our withdrawals. Pockets of interactions we run out of. I am akin to your back alleys, your dealings with men without you saying a word. Do you also know I sit around the corner-- coping, too.
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Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 4:02 PM UTC
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