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the distance from a mouth to a note, the space the lies between notes in a song the distance between lips and straws, the space that can be found in the neuron unfired, an idle synapse, an untuned radio. the sound the bed makes when it's old and you're too big, overgrown, your lovely new york skyline t-shirt won't save you from the groans of disowned metal. the space under a keyboard key before it becomes a letter and the space between letters and words, indefinite. an undisclosed location where extraterrestrials are meant to be is currently beds and lost hopes and bits of paper
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Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 8:15 PM UTC
empty things
the distance from a mouth to a note, the space the lies between notes in a song the distance between lips and straws, the space that can be found in the neuron unfired, an idle synapse, an untuned radio. the sound the bed makes when it's old and you're too big, overgrown, your lovely new york skyline t-shirt won't save you from the groans of disowned metal. the space under a keyboard key before it becomes a letter and the space between letters and words, indefinite. an undisclosed location where extraterrestrials are meant to be is currently beds and lost hopes and bits of paper
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19/Transfeminine
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 8:15 PM UTC
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