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we roll over, hungover, he mounts the day, and i lay passive and dull. he moves with the seriousness of a man who has little time, i move with the grace of dried bones.
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Aug 7, 2020
Aug 7, 2020 at 1:56 PM UTC
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we roll over, hungover, he mounts the day, and i lay passive and dull. he moves with the seriousness of a man who has little time, i move with the grace of dried bones.
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21/F/Philadelphia
Aug 7, 2020
Aug 7, 2020 at 1:56 PM UTC
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