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I moved partly I suppose to surround myself with new things to write about. I miss the foothills the yuba all my friends and lovers. Is that it? have I doomed myself to write about what I've left behind? I close my eyes to the Rockies and I see the foothills. I close my eyes to the ski resort and I see the bakery. I close my eyes to the girl on the bus and I see eight girls who probably didn't like me anyway. I haven't asked for a coworkers number, i call the girl I fell most in love with, she's even further away now. my sheets are new, not broken in, stiff yet soft. my name tag reads Nolan Fillman Grass Valley California people ask me where that is and I've lied every time
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Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 9:10 PM UTC
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I moved partly I suppose to surround myself with new things to write about. I miss the foothills the yuba all my friends and lovers. Is that it? have I doomed myself to write about what I've left behind? I close my eyes to the Rockies and I see the foothills. I close my eyes to the ski resort and I see the bakery. I close my eyes to the girl on the bus and I see eight girls who probably didn't like me anyway. I haven't asked for a coworkers number, i call the girl I fell most in love with, she's even further away now. my sheets are new, not broken in, stiff yet soft. my name tag reads Nolan Fillman Grass Valley California people ask me where that is and I've lied every time
nolan-higgins
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Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 9:10 PM UTC
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