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Sit down     they will tell the floral curtains   the year they buy you a puppy   who is small and blonde     and likes to sleep    under the table where you traced  your response.       You are eleven and wondering how  hearts       un-                                     -sync       and you do not tell them     that    you knew that    the spare room  sheets gossip     that    your father snores. Six thousand miles away  the ground will shake     but your hands will not.
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May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC
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Sit down     they will tell the floral curtains   the year they buy you a puppy   who is small and blonde     and likes to sleep    under the table where you traced  your response.       You are eleven and wondering how  hearts       un-                                     -sync       and you do not tell them     that    you knew that    the spare room  sheets gossip     that    your father snores. Six thousand miles away  the ground will shake     but your hands will not.
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May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC
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