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I’ve been eyeing the door all week retreating to meditations of peeling new potatoes growing my hair out in lisbon working hard at a sink where no body knows me in the evenings we could smile in the heat eat cheap fish toast homemade port with unfamiliar ladies lye in harder beds on softer ground run
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Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 12:31 PM UTC
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I’ve been eyeing the door all week retreating to meditations of peeling new potatoes growing my hair out in lisbon working hard at a sink where no body knows me in the evenings we could smile in the heat eat cheap fish toast homemade port with unfamiliar ladies lye in harder beds on softer ground run
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Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 12:31 PM UTC
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