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my feet are not touching the floor I am not gripping this pen I am not me I am not here I float above my-body and everybody I am loosely tethered to the girl with the terribly dead eyes do you have a scissor? s n i p . . .
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Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 9:42 PM UTC
i am a balloon, i fear
my feet are not touching the floor I am not gripping this pen I am not me I am not here I float above my-body and everybody I am loosely tethered to the girl with the terribly dead eyes do you have a scissor? s n i p . . .
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Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 9:42 PM UTC
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