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cross-legged on prickly cord, picking frayed edges that don’t quite meet the wall- stealing pimply-glassed heat and pretending to live in a house, where warmth exists beyond window-spills and a broken gas oven.
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Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 9:21 AM UTC
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cross-legged on prickly cord, picking frayed edges that don’t quite meet the wall- stealing pimply-glassed heat and pretending to live in a house, where warmth exists beyond window-spills and a broken gas oven.
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Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 9:21 AM UTC
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