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calling the help line a knit bird is silence busy cereal box hard times my skin is floating in the fabric cavern of clothes like an astronaut lighting candles, burning death christmas gravity swallowing at the whole waiting for a song to play in the back of my mind help line silence feeling the floor
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Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 4:41 AM UTC
help line
calling the help line a knit bird is silence busy cereal box hard times my skin is floating in the fabric cavern of clothes like an astronaut lighting candles, burning death christmas gravity swallowing at the whole waiting for a song to play in the back of my mind help line silence feeling the floor
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Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 4:41 AM UTC
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