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A pregnant pause, uninterrupted by the slightest, turn of page. They say write what you hear to a world of the deaf. I hear many things, and what of it. what of those sounds we forget? Those sounds we brush to the furthest expanses of our brains. we sweep them under the bed not to forget, but, to clean. We're always cleaning, always leaving those sounds.
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Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 8:16 PM UTC
A Pregnant Pause
A pregnant pause, uninterrupted by the slightest, turn of page. They say write what you hear to a world of the deaf. I hear many things, and what of it. what of those sounds we forget? Those sounds we brush to the furthest expanses of our brains. we sweep them under the bed not to forget, but, to clean. We're always cleaning, always leaving those sounds.
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Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 8:16 PM UTC
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