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The way the late afternoon light bleeds into the room through the window spilling onto the furniture, the thread-bare floor The shadows of passers by slip in the space between the door and the ground their movement swift, silent The heaviness of limbs and emptiness of head in sickness and in lack of sleep the shifting of weight, season
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Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 4:52 PM UTC
Sitting, Waiting, Searching
The way the late afternoon light bleeds into the room through the window spilling onto the furniture, the thread-bare floor The shadows of passers by slip in the space between the door and the ground their movement swift, silent The heaviness of limbs and emptiness of head in sickness and in lack of sleep the shifting of weight, season
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Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 4:52 PM UTC
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