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when my mind is flooding out im scared thoughts cant all be said that these ephemera saved should be ephemera dead i hide them here living past expiration date ghosts wandering out of reach looking back becomes much more clear like an abstraction you drew the longer i stare the more detail stands out circles made from a billion small lines
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Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 8:36 PM UTC
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when my mind is flooding out im scared thoughts cant all be said that these ephemera saved should be ephemera dead i hide them here living past expiration date ghosts wandering out of reach looking back becomes much more clear like an abstraction you drew the longer i stare the more detail stands out circles made from a billion small lines
allan-frei
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Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 8:36 PM UTC
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