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Hollow on the fullness of my body, I feel empty, absent, incoherent and free To be empty is for feelings to cease to be felt To be free is to cease to feel I once felt out of place, Like a flightless bird— soon to be tumbled by the lifting winds of aeration
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Jun 30, 2022
Jun 30, 2022 at 11:36 PM UTC
Flightless bird
Hollow on the fullness of my body, I feel empty, absent, incoherent and free To be empty is for feelings to cease to be felt To be free is to cease to feel I once felt out of place, Like a flightless bird— soon to be tumbled by the lifting winds of aeration
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Jun 30, 2022
Jun 30, 2022 at 11:36 PM UTC
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