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On a wrist ticks seconds like three quarter stops between heartbeats and chests rising and falling in cut time and 11/8 meeting every 22 measures as the record ends and the arm raises and moves from right side graze to left shoulder while backs of hands meet split ends and the end of dust crackles over tall speakers. Feeling bones and sad smiles and long sighs and eyes wide and falling and glances of concern and fear and hyper-vigilant self- awareness that can feel too structured and square until fingertips meet curves and you remember that the night can contain certain elements of a smooth and shapely nature. You touch toes and hold on tighter.
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Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 7:17 PM UTC
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On a wrist ticks seconds like three quarter stops between heartbeats and chests rising and falling in cut time and 11/8 meeting every 22 measures as the record ends and the arm raises and moves from right side graze to left shoulder while backs of hands meet split ends and the end of dust crackles over tall speakers. Feeling bones and sad smiles and long sighs and eyes wide and falling and glances of concern and fear and hyper-vigilant self- awareness that can feel too structured and square until fingertips meet curves and you remember that the night can contain certain elements of a smooth and shapely nature. You touch toes and hold on tighter.
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Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 7:17 PM UTC
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