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This is the part where life cracks open. The final lap around the Sorry board, the moment where a German man chokes you on the Subway. Your throat closes but your heart opens up and there are bees in there. General Mills was wondering where they went. Skin kisses skin crossing cheeks, pecking noses. The breadth between ‘be my shadow’ and ‘enough for now.’ Blow out the candles if you’re listening God, we need a little flicker here.
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
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This is the part where life cracks open. The final lap around the Sorry board, the moment where a German man chokes you on the Subway. Your throat closes but your heart opens up and there are bees in there. General Mills was wondering where they went. Skin kisses skin crossing cheeks, pecking noses. The breadth between ‘be my shadow’ and ‘enough for now.’ Blow out the candles if you’re listening God, we need a little flicker here.
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
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