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go back to where it began: trombone / cob nut / tadpole / violin / you fell — and i have not breathed it since except that hot summer; when we excavated an entire roman village of chicken bones from the soil where now there are none

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Apr 1, 2020

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Tags: #childhood #idk #probably #shite #short #form

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