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In my dreams, it makes sense. It's axiomatic. Like flexing an impalpable muscle. A curling of the toes, clenching of the sphincters, I feel my feet lift from the ground and I levitate.
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Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 11:55 PM UTC
Flying
In my dreams, it makes sense. It's axiomatic. Like flexing an impalpable muscle. A curling of the toes, clenching of the sphincters, I feel my feet lift from the ground and I levitate.
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Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 11:55 PM UTC
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