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My legs are sagging loose against his table sitting in the living-room, The clock chimes in five times we complain in echoes that reverberate throughout the old house the striated oak stretches against the wind as the clock stops its banter. The kitchen light creeps across the entryway placing itself on the window and I see a ghost, flotsam carried on waves of light and neuroplasticity of course that is taken in this sober-minded leap a way away from this haunting. My attention is caught by and by I have been out of mind he has found me.
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Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 12:33 AM UTC
Dwelling
My legs are sagging loose against his table sitting in the living-room, The clock chimes in five times we complain in echoes that reverberate throughout the old house the striated oak stretches against the wind as the clock stops its banter. The kitchen light creeps across the entryway placing itself on the window and I see a ghost, flotsam carried on waves of light and neuroplasticity of course that is taken in this sober-minded leap a way away from this haunting. My attention is caught by and by I have been out of mind he has found me.
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Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 12:33 AM UTC
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