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May 2018
oh he's in pain too
oh he's in pain too
oh he's in pain too
oh he's in pain too
no it's a different kind of pain he
dragged his camper seat all the way to the royal yard
to court all the girls and now
he sits on his little camper seat and is satisfied,
he sits; he is free
oh here's that list of new wave movies if i could speak french i
would recite them in my room throwing a plate at the wall for every word oh here's a Departure i need words, letters, spaces
only will not do
everything is red everything is perishing my shoes split in half, as did my chest
i don't know what to have for breakfast and i'm practising a pool of blood Myles said that hands are from the same family as feelings
that he didn't know where to put them
tomorrow i'm leaving for Mars ground control urged me to strap myself in tightly but i'm not sure i'll be able to hang on perhaps
i want to float; am actively looking for it
this is the way i deal with it
Camilla Peeters
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Camilla Peeters  20/F
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   eric calabrese
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