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Nov 2023
i get home every day and hang my skin on the hook and take all my muscles and set them in my dresser and put all my bones under the bed and close my nervous system in the cupboards. i move around in my home just a pair of flexing lungs and a bunch of veins and a pulsing heart. then i put myself back together in the morning.
(swinging around the room in the embrace of the coat rack)
telumne
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telumne  24/F/fortification hill
(24/F/fortification hill)   
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     old poet MK and - JP DeVille
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