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where do we find ourselves in museums of thoughts, where each thread dances on its own and our fingers, outstretched, trying to grab a single one... processing. where do we find ourselves perhaps, in hidden sheds or tangible shreds, deemed or bound to be doomed.
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Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 12:13 PM UTC
Museums
where do we find ourselves in museums of thoughts, where each thread dances on its own and our fingers, outstretched, trying to grab a single one... processing. where do we find ourselves perhaps, in hidden sheds or tangible shreds, deemed or bound to be doomed.
Ramblings.
YumnaKay
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Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 12:13 PM UTC
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