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Should I bring a résumé  of my dreams to the publishing company on West 38th? An abstraction of when my teeth crumble like pastels, or summaries of my vocal cords seeking air through a taut fabric. I’ve achieved piercing silence in a room of white noise. I have an impressive inventory of witnessing infidelity. once, we were both in between romantic partners. I was awakened by the taste of copper from biting the inside of my cheek. It looked worthy of an aged Merlot. My most admirable skill is prediction. I can sense a mass shooting or the expiring heart of a loved one. but I usually float like an island over the scene because my biggest weakness is lacking density.
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Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 5:58 PM UTC
White Noise
Should I bring a résumé  of my dreams to the publishing company on West 38th? An abstraction of when my teeth crumble like pastels, or summaries of my vocal cords seeking air through a taut fabric. I’ve achieved piercing silence in a room of white noise. I have an impressive inventory of witnessing infidelity. once, we were both in between romantic partners. I was awakened by the taste of copper from biting the inside of my cheek. It looked worthy of an aged Merlot. My most admirable skill is prediction. I can sense a mass shooting or the expiring heart of a loved one. but I usually float like an island over the scene because my biggest weakness is lacking density.
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Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 5:58 PM UTC
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