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the ideals of chemistry say that the spaces between particles are negligible. the crinkles, vortexes are nothing, distance between skin and hands, insignificant. the matter doesn't matter, yet i feel the chasms growing wider, gaping. we are both naïve but only i detect our ground splitting.
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Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 1:22 AM UTC
the sound of someone you love going away and it (does)n't matter
the ideals of chemistry say that the spaces between particles are negligible. the crinkles, vortexes are nothing, distance between skin and hands, insignificant. the matter doesn't matter, yet i feel the chasms growing wider, gaping. we are both naïve but only i detect our ground splitting.
title from penguin cafe orchestra piece
mrs-kite
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Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 1:22 AM UTC
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