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Wind. Ache - Prolonged wrenching ache Pulling organs into new surroundings. People So many of them - murmur, murmur, murmur... Laughter. Belly laughter of recognition - Tears of lost souls Sobbing of a wanderer - with frozen eyes Breath - breath of clouds of the lakes of the strings as they slide across hearts. Moved and disconnected - involved and inseparable. Unbearably together. Moving through the motions - with nothing. Nothing but everything to lose. And everything lost.
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Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 10:02 AM UTC
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Wind. Ache - Prolonged wrenching ache Pulling organs into new surroundings. People So many of them - murmur, murmur, murmur... Laughter. Belly laughter of recognition - Tears of lost souls Sobbing of a wanderer - with frozen eyes Breath - breath of clouds of the lakes of the strings as they slide across hearts. Moved and disconnected - involved and inseparable. Unbearably together. Moving through the motions - with nothing. Nothing but everything to lose. And everything lost.
Written on October 19th, 2009
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Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 10:02 AM UTC
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