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all i've wanted is to sleep to tip over and land soak in distilled whiskey like arthropods preserved in amber, except me lost in an extended trance, dissolving into resins, ointments oils-- i don't want to feel trapped i fear me leaving more than anything else, me leaving to beat the traffic, catch the train, board the bus to Abilene a roundtrip god I'm tired of tryin' so hard.
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Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 9:49 PM UTC
To be, To go.
all i've wanted is to sleep to tip over and land soak in distilled whiskey like arthropods preserved in amber, except me lost in an extended trance, dissolving into resins, ointments oils-- i don't want to feel trapped i fear me leaving more than anything else, me leaving to beat the traffic, catch the train, board the bus to Abilene a roundtrip god I'm tired of tryin' so hard.
(c) Brooke Otto tryin' so hard to stay. to go, to do, to be to say.
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Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 9:49 PM UTC
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