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I would like to take a trip, but the only bags I own Are the ones weighing down my eyes My feet long to set out, but They are often outpaced by my mind My body doesn’t move an inch because the nerve Has crawled up from out my spine The eyes blink to signal I’m alive, but behind those oval blinds An echo You’ll be fine
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Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 12:45 AM UTC
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I would like to take a trip, but the only bags I own Are the ones weighing down my eyes My feet long to set out, but They are often outpaced by my mind My body doesn’t move an inch because the nerve Has crawled up from out my spine The eyes blink to signal I’m alive, but behind those oval blinds An echo You’ll be fine
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28/M/NYC
Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 12:45 AM UTC
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