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Space, ease, myself breathing, feeling the stitches under my ribs and the poison in my body, in my head Not thinking about that Every day a friend who cares about her own interests No curiosity, patronising and consolation, only an embrace and being spoiled a bit Awake, not dreaming in my sleep, walking around in the colours of the world and eating roasted peanuts in the park, the park always a park a forest, a **** or a beach and otherwise my balcony
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Jul 17, 2021
Jul 17, 2021 at 4:00 AM UTC
Space, ease, myself
Space, ease, myself breathing, feeling the stitches under my ribs and the poison in my body, in my head Not thinking about that Every day a friend who cares about her own interests No curiosity, patronising and consolation, only an embrace and being spoiled a bit Awake, not dreaming in my sleep, walking around in the colours of the world and eating roasted peanuts in the park, the park always a park a forest, a **** or a beach and otherwise my balcony
For Maria Godschalk #119 Collection "On living on"
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Jul 17, 2021
Jul 17, 2021 at 4:00 AM UTC
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