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me, opening a brown drawstring bag and emptying what looks like my mail onto the table you sit and quietly examine the addresses, the contents the stamps as for sounds, the quiet rustle of paper then of course you put your reading glasses on they're a soft brown never intimidating, unlike you you are an experience you take a look at the contents of my head right now
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 9:25 PM UTC
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me, opening a brown drawstring bag and emptying what looks like my mail onto the table you sit and quietly examine the addresses, the contents the stamps as for sounds, the quiet rustle of paper then of course you put your reading glasses on they're a soft brown never intimidating, unlike you you are an experience you take a look at the contents of my head right now
don't try to understand this pls just some imagery really
phoebe-mae
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 9:25 PM UTC
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