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. My closet feels empty like before a burning ceremony A not ironed knowledge haunts the clothesline Somewhere among the images I've collected on a memory stick I find this boy in his first jacket ; the future a summer vacation away I ( unintentionally ) am the captain of a cruise ship The slightest movement can put us off course I let my stomach sink in and I holds my breath Around me everyone is speaking in a foreign language I look straight at the camera My thoughts turn like the pages of a book
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Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 5:42 PM UTC
Heavy waves
. My closet feels empty like before a burning ceremony A not ironed knowledge haunts the clothesline Somewhere among the images I've collected on a memory stick I find this boy in his first jacket ; the future a summer vacation away I ( unintentionally ) am the captain of a cruise ship The slightest movement can put us off course I let my stomach sink in and I holds my breath Around me everyone is speaking in a foreign language I look straight at the camera My thoughts turn like the pages of a book
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Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 5:42 PM UTC
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