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I do not ask the sorrow to stop, but further to take my grief from me would unravel the singlest thread yellowing in my gut dropping as feathers :immaculate gold things heavier than the world of you unfolding and folding as a sea of dust in my serpentine universe I shouldn’t ever ask it to stop rather, as a stone I worry it cherished as the only open glade of my tangled mind
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Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC
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I do not ask the sorrow to stop, but further to take my grief from me would unravel the singlest thread yellowing in my gut dropping as feathers :immaculate gold things heavier than the world of you unfolding and folding as a sea of dust in my serpentine universe I shouldn’t ever ask it to stop rather, as a stone I worry it cherished as the only open glade of my tangled mind
chelsea-chavez
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Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC
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