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what shall i write today on this scrawny paper? when a lion decides to grow wings and the old man wants to become a toddler again. when fire is ice and ice is something else when a melting *** can't hold heat and loses its shape. when a heart is prancing and legs grabbing when a man is not a man but a rocking chair swaying back and forth and back and forth and back and forth
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Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 8:31 AM UTC
Losing Touch
what shall i write today on this scrawny paper? when a lion decides to grow wings and the old man wants to become a toddler again. when fire is ice and ice is something else when a melting *** can't hold heat and loses its shape. when a heart is prancing and legs grabbing when a man is not a man but a rocking chair swaying back and forth and back and forth and back and forth
I lost my therapist more than a month ago on a sudden accident. In this fleeting moment of life, I'm learning to depend on myself again. Thus, new writing. Imperfect, but needed for me. Very needed.
fudz-lana
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Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 8:31 AM UTC
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