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when floors are cold, the bed, goosebumps enter the oasis, water splashing on my face like warm holy water in the shower and inhaling steam, I think I understand moths when they drown in the flame
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Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 10:26 PM UTC
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when floors are cold, the bed, goosebumps enter the oasis, water splashing on my face like warm holy water in the shower and inhaling steam, I think I understand moths when they drown in the flame
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Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 10:26 PM UTC
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