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Oct 2020
I dream with excess
As my body outside of my dreams writhes to be awake
Fog
Depression
But would I rather live in dreamland?
Where Everything is a weird flashback?
Seeing faces I tried to forgot.
Another skeleton laying on and kissing me at 8:30 am.
Fur coat lost as I saw one tree finally let go of her “mess”
Chloë Fuller
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Chloë Fuller  Philadelphia
(Philadelphia)   
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