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in the hum of the tv, in a place as if it could be our company there is a silent emptiness in a paled light, a vacancy found only in a stark dead man hanging on the rope that he could once hold onto so tightly where the hum of the tv is bluntly buzzing, no words really filtering; in a silence with blurry contrasting Things that fill the empty space are white lines shaded in slow and heavy darkness. my tiredness seems to sleep in heavy breaths that cannot sooth me breaths that keep the tv turning. the sun could rise so easily, but it's too tired from watching too much tv
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Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 2:06 AM UTC
There's Nothing on TV
in the hum of the tv, in a place as if it could be our company there is a silent emptiness in a paled light, a vacancy found only in a stark dead man hanging on the rope that he could once hold onto so tightly where the hum of the tv is bluntly buzzing, no words really filtering; in a silence with blurry contrasting Things that fill the empty space are white lines shaded in slow and heavy darkness. my tiredness seems to sleep in heavy breaths that cannot sooth me breaths that keep the tv turning. the sun could rise so easily, but it's too tired from watching too much tv
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Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 2:06 AM UTC
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