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my skin is thin and swimmingly scrim. the moonface pushpulls me. i am moved too much. i am not enough mover. i am ***** given, all too often. i am not me - i am you in your supine palm. i matter little. my molecules are fast becoming transparent, vibrating with the sound of your voice, which seems real -so real- real like when the kitchen sink disposal runs.
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May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 8:47 PM UTC
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my skin is thin and swimmingly scrim. the moonface pushpulls me. i am moved too much. i am not enough mover. i am ***** given, all too often. i am not me - i am you in your supine palm. i matter little. my molecules are fast becoming transparent, vibrating with the sound of your voice, which seems real -so real- real like when the kitchen sink disposal runs.
mike-dm
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May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 8:47 PM UTC
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