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Hope the sound of crickets resting near your head won’t wake up the bed or want it? just to tell you now looking for a name to call the day that went the distance of three I felt I did I felt I slept and shined through and walked right at I lost my breath subtle hurts underneath around my head and heartily heartened found a friend in friends so talking their strange lingos made me see the closeness in the foreign truth that carries the travelers through on-times so unusual coincidental timing and all the gones how me, my zones being alone so moving, so home near others sleepwalking lovers nervous panics wordy freaks one sided broken line still don't know today the name of ********* scattered day thus this scattered fragments, my scatterline, I just want to whisper to your resting mind while still smelling you on structures of my skin, sound tenderly the creaks of crickets!
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Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 6:26 AM UTC
the ********* day
Hope the sound of crickets resting near your head won’t wake up the bed or want it? just to tell you now looking for a name to call the day that went the distance of three I felt I did I felt I slept and shined through and walked right at I lost my breath subtle hurts underneath around my head and heartily heartened found a friend in friends so talking their strange lingos made me see the closeness in the foreign truth that carries the travelers through on-times so unusual coincidental timing and all the gones how me, my zones being alone so moving, so home near others sleepwalking lovers nervous panics wordy freaks one sided broken line still don't know today the name of ********* scattered day thus this scattered fragments, my scatterline, I just want to whisper to your resting mind while still smelling you on structures of my skin, sound tenderly the creaks of crickets!
talking to you, talking to me
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Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 6:26 AM UTC
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