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flapping butterfly wings inside the wardrobe with the skeletons fireflies circle the bulb a low wattage casts small shadows over this thing over this everything of empty petrol station forecourts wastelands of concrete where shoes hang from telegraph wires and of all the stereotypes I know how many of them are true? she frantically searches the book shelves for the answers and writes angry letters to the council about the lack of WI-FI at the local library she sits on the roof to get a better view of the constellations which she can’t see from down here
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Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 7:23 AM UTC
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flapping butterfly wings inside the wardrobe with the skeletons fireflies circle the bulb a low wattage casts small shadows over this thing over this everything of empty petrol station forecourts wastelands of concrete where shoes hang from telegraph wires and of all the stereotypes I know how many of them are true? she frantically searches the book shelves for the answers and writes angry letters to the council about the lack of WI-FI at the local library she sits on the roof to get a better view of the constellations which she can’t see from down here
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Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 7:23 AM UTC
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