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from climbing stairs that crumble and saving babies suffocating in cellophane to a sink filled with blood and a never-ending neck wound I awake to a greyish day that brings travel and hopefully relief
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Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC
I awake
from climbing stairs that crumble and saving babies suffocating in cellophane to a sink filled with blood and a never-ending neck wound I awake to a greyish day that brings travel and hopefully relief
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Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC
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