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I had been eye peeping sleep hoping that counting sheep would send me elsewhere and an attack of messages erupted my phone a lot more than that erupted from within rush exhileration that rumble from screaming throats pouncing at falling waters my hands shook my breath didn't know what it was the door seemed weightless and heads snapped but mine looked oh so far for oh so much more valuable than the cost of pool time you looked at me and it hurt eye contact that pierced that night I left something that night I saw more that night I remember you whole and that night I felt like I wish I cam back the year before
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Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
2am (Pt2: It's Not Even Late)
I had been eye peeping sleep hoping that counting sheep would send me elsewhere and an attack of messages erupted my phone a lot more than that erupted from within rush exhileration that rumble from screaming throats pouncing at falling waters my hands shook my breath didn't know what it was the door seemed weightless and heads snapped but mine looked oh so far for oh so much more valuable than the cost of pool time you looked at me and it hurt eye contact that pierced that night I left something that night I saw more that night I remember you whole and that night I felt like I wish I cam back the year before
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Outside of Phila, Pa
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
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