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too much, too fast gorging each bit each morsel the brain begins to swell the eyes flitting unconsciously unable to close firm and certain like a lid over a container not made for it (yet still pushing... hoping it was the right one) has it been 10 years? has it really been - no - 10 years? sleeping awoken by a shard of glass sticking out from the chest in the attempt to reach for something inside... if there was yet anything left inside just to see if the dust for so long has settled on memories, no longer there is it time to sleep again?
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Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 6:20 AM UTC
swell
too much, too fast gorging each bit each morsel the brain begins to swell the eyes flitting unconsciously unable to close firm and certain like a lid over a container not made for it (yet still pushing... hoping it was the right one) has it been 10 years? has it really been - no - 10 years? sleeping awoken by a shard of glass sticking out from the chest in the attempt to reach for something inside... if there was yet anything left inside just to see if the dust for so long has settled on memories, no longer there is it time to sleep again?
ishka
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Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 6:20 AM UTC
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