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It wasn’t a place where I could look for different spellings of the same sentiments meant as alternative ways to lay into sleep fashioning new dreams… even the Palmistry techniques I learned by experimentation wouldn’t allow the creases of my spread hands to divulge the truth. It was weather like seasons attempting to sing obscure language shapeshifting unwanted punctuation churning body of impulse writhing against stains and coils that foyer crested and stared down kaleidoscope sheets of milk eating ankles and sweating turning sunken into just a hallway a corridor of only as many sides as were meant from inside the head scratching to be necessary to just breathe to quake, to shiver to remember training ghosts
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Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 10:05 PM UTC
Just the weather under blankets
It wasn’t a place where I could look for different spellings of the same sentiments meant as alternative ways to lay into sleep fashioning new dreams… even the Palmistry techniques I learned by experimentation wouldn’t allow the creases of my spread hands to divulge the truth. It was weather like seasons attempting to sing obscure language shapeshifting unwanted punctuation churning body of impulse writhing against stains and coils that foyer crested and stared down kaleidoscope sheets of milk eating ankles and sweating turning sunken into just a hallway a corridor of only as many sides as were meant from inside the head scratching to be necessary to just breathe to quake, to shiver to remember training ghosts
TSGarrett
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Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 10:05 PM UTC
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