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The wicker chair on the porch it’s bent the leg that is bent sort of brokenly in which reminds her of inversions, how they turned in and found darkness, ineffability, space.
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Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 4:52 AM UTC
space is noise you see
The wicker chair on the porch it’s bent the leg that is bent sort of brokenly in which reminds her of inversions, how they turned in and found darkness, ineffability, space.
dana-e
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Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 4:52 AM UTC
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