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I woke up in the pocket of my dark blue duffle coat. The one which smells of cinnamon, with the shiny metal knobs. I woke up in the pocket of my dark blue duffle coat. I was the size of Thumbelina, barely grander than a toad. I woke up in the pocket of my dark blue duffle coat in a pitch black woolen warmth. (All my raincoats should take note.) I woke up in the pocket of my dark blue duffle coat where I fiddled with the coins and the keys and washed out bank notes. I woke up in the pocket of my dark blue duffle coat and the day was such a thrill with its fluky lazy stroll. I woke up in the pocket of my dark blue duffle coat where I felt small again. Immaturity - my poison's antidote.
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Nov 26, 2019
Nov 26, 2019 at 4:56 PM UTC
The pocket of my duffle coat
I woke up in the pocket of my dark blue duffle coat. The one which smells of cinnamon, with the shiny metal knobs. I woke up in the pocket of my dark blue duffle coat. I was the size of Thumbelina, barely grander than a toad. I woke up in the pocket of my dark blue duffle coat in a pitch black woolen warmth. (All my raincoats should take note.) I woke up in the pocket of my dark blue duffle coat where I fiddled with the coins and the keys and washed out bank notes. I woke up in the pocket of my dark blue duffle coat and the day was such a thrill with its fluky lazy stroll. I woke up in the pocket of my dark blue duffle coat where I felt small again. Immaturity - my poison's antidote.
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Nov 26, 2019
Nov 26, 2019 at 4:56 PM UTC
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