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I, am a walking headache. My figure parts beams of others' light my coming-- like an aura that signifies a migraine, accompanied by-- the passing unnamed, unnecessary, blips of luminesence that, is my signal to both come, and to go.
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Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 3:50 PM UTC
Ache
I, am a walking headache. My figure parts beams of others' light my coming-- like an aura that signifies a migraine, accompanied by-- the passing unnamed, unnecessary, blips of luminesence that, is my signal to both come, and to go.
Inspired by a favorite poet of mine, Mark Strand.
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20/F/Wisconsin
Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 3:50 PM UTC
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