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I see the thunder for the first time behind lidded eyes like a resurgent trip from younger years. I can’t sleep so- I lay and I wait, or dream in the non-conventional sense. It’s the third of July but unlike John Prine I guess tomorrow I’ll be eating at my mother’s.
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Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 11:47 AM UTC
Synesthesia
I see the thunder for the first time behind lidded eyes like a resurgent trip from younger years. I can’t sleep so- I lay and I wait, or dream in the non-conventional sense. It’s the third of July but unlike John Prine I guess tomorrow I’ll be eating at my mother’s.
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27/M/South Point, OH
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 11:47 AM UTC
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