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Question marks tucked safely in their beds this dancing in my eardrums is disconcerting collapsed into a light socket smallness becomes smaller vitality shrunk to a keychain pendant time leaves track marks on my body doors crack open, watching me think (please, turn off the light) laborious trains of thought off their tracks shrink wrap over my nose and mouth if I knew why I would tell you
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Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 11:35 AM UTC
People Really Do Lie Awake, Staring At The Ceiling
Question marks tucked safely in their beds this dancing in my eardrums is disconcerting collapsed into a light socket smallness becomes smaller vitality shrunk to a keychain pendant time leaves track marks on my body doors crack open, watching me think (please, turn off the light) laborious trains of thought off their tracks shrink wrap over my nose and mouth if I knew why I would tell you
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Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 11:35 AM UTC
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