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it slips and it dips. it falls to the wayside, like clothing on the floor or brown hair on a pillow. it waves in piles of misplacement that crash and fall, rippling and blurring from one day to the next.
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Mar 28, 2022
Mar 28, 2022 at 1:53 PM UTC
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it slips and it dips. it falls to the wayside, like clothing on the floor or brown hair on a pillow. it waves in piles of misplacement that crash and fall, rippling and blurring from one day to the next.
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25/F/Philadelphia
Mar 28, 2022
Mar 28, 2022 at 1:53 PM UTC
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