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I will rewrite history. will decoupage the walls and lay today's newspapers across our scripts notated phone calls between you                  and                 i will let the past be the past  but i will scumble it over in red alkyd flat line the hairlines with vicuna threads and  braided burlap will let the sink run till it lifts edges of the counter, soapstone memorials we built to emphasize our bitter weaknesses for eachother to live up to till everything runs between the floorboards everything about you             and                 i will bubble up and release gently snap and move apart we were no mettalurgists but we tried-- to be as hard as all get up iconel hearts stripping eachother and you bought out, you win you're the alloy and I am raw skin and soul but  I willl not be bothered by the upheaval as much as i break apart (because I have been) making a fool of myself but i have hope that something new will crack the casing i am leaving in the quietest way possible relocating he left months ago and i am just starting to pack my things but i wouldn't have it any other way-- have you ever tried to force a purge? here i am, here it is the runoff.
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Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 9:33 PM UTC
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I will rewrite history. will decoupage the walls and lay today's newspapers across our scripts notated phone calls between you                  and                 i will let the past be the past  but i will scumble it over in red alkyd flat line the hairlines with vicuna threads and  braided burlap will let the sink run till it lifts edges of the counter, soapstone memorials we built to emphasize our bitter weaknesses for eachother to live up to till everything runs between the floorboards everything about you             and                 i will bubble up and release gently snap and move apart we were no mettalurgists but we tried-- to be as hard as all get up iconel hearts stripping eachother and you bought out, you win you're the alloy and I am raw skin and soul but  I willl not be bothered by the upheaval as much as i break apart (because I have been) making a fool of myself but i have hope that something new will crack the casing i am leaving in the quietest way possible relocating he left months ago and i am just starting to pack my things but i wouldn't have it any other way-- have you ever tried to force a purge? here i am, here it is the runoff.
(c) Brooke otto 2017 something I started writing before bed last night.
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Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 9:33 PM UTC
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