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i'm never entirely sure where my bruises come from but their presence is strangely pleasant      like a voice message left by a moment      so very long-forgotten i've gotten awful far by going nowhere just look how i glisten listening to secrets sliding through the near silence of no place private slightly derranged and completely distant      lovely and removed from social soliloquies      to the self appointed throne of thoughtful longing belonging's just such a bore      when you're built to scream to existence      like a super-nova through a telescope's lense
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Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
petrichor.
i'm never entirely sure where my bruises come from but their presence is strangely pleasant      like a voice message left by a moment      so very long-forgotten i've gotten awful far by going nowhere just look how i glisten listening to secrets sliding through the near silence of no place private slightly derranged and completely distant      lovely and removed from social soliloquies      to the self appointed throne of thoughtful longing belonging's just such a bore      when you're built to scream to existence      like a super-nova through a telescope's lense
i got morning breath that smells like a rain storm, and the pulse of a cabaret.
Sparrowfreckles
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Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
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