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Jun 2014
I swell till I fill my contain-her.
and there is no room
i'm liquid and
you drown in my existence.
I sat and saw the living room pulsing and pulsing and I realized it was me that was pulsing. I felt lonely but I realized I am not "alone" as much as I thought I am more "enough" than I thought
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