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In the laze of the morning air I feel the weight of my bladder. the shape of my room still emerging, an image painted on warbling waters. blanket and bed like heaven and earth between them all the world right now.
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Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 6:57 PM UTC
Impression, morning
In the laze of the morning air I feel the weight of my bladder. the shape of my room still emerging, an image painted on warbling waters. blanket and bed like heaven and earth between them all the world right now.
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Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 6:57 PM UTC
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