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There's a woman comes in here at night because its hers she says and wears black feathers in her hair. I shut the dor behind her to punctuate those mutterings that fall perpendicular on my ear and she turns the darkness over in her mouth like a blade of grass. If I ask her why she comes she says don't bother me about your ********* dreams
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Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 1:07 AM UTC
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There's a woman comes in here at night because its hers she says and wears black feathers in her hair. I shut the dor behind her to punctuate those mutterings that fall perpendicular on my ear and she turns the darkness over in her mouth like a blade of grass. If I ask her why she comes she says don't bother me about your ********* dreams
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Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 1:07 AM UTC
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