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One shoelace a few bolts ticket stubs a half of a picture souvenir key chain from Florida fragments of him tiny ghosts tucked in the corners so I always find him never quite let him go always reappearing clinging on to my skin leaving the residue of his name
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Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 4:26 AM UTC
Fragments
One shoelace a few bolts ticket stubs a half of a picture souvenir key chain from Florida fragments of him tiny ghosts tucked in the corners so I always find him never quite let him go always reappearing clinging on to my skin leaving the residue of his name
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42/F/Seattle
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 4:26 AM UTC
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