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Mar 2014
curl your toes underneath the amplified sheets of the bed in which you lay. yawing like a cat. warm like dryer sheets. soft like fresh ferns in your mum's garden out back. dont come home like you used to. everyone has forgotten about you. that is what we prefer.
the lunar phase
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