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there is more to it all than running away, which i have always and never done i used to cap my bones in steel wash them over with milk, stand at the river's edge and feel myself sink in the pierce, without ever wading out, you could call it a somatic symptom, as if blowing away were a disorder-- and yet feeling heavy enough to sink a thousand ships but they should know i'm no Helen.
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Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 5:19 PM UTC
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there is more to it all than running away, which i have always and never done i used to cap my bones in steel wash them over with milk, stand at the river's edge and feel myself sink in the pierce, without ever wading out, you could call it a somatic symptom, as if blowing away were a disorder-- and yet feeling heavy enough to sink a thousand ships but they should know i'm no Helen.
(c) Brooke Otto 2017
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Sep 19, 2017 at 5:19 PM UTC
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