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it is a nice feeling of tragedy when i let the bathwater gently slide into place and underneath the door through the threshold blue wisps from the television keeps your face lit up throughout the course of the night i hear birds and those sounds they make not just in the early morning but always leaving spots translucent beside me every noise is subtle and sinister staring at the dark corners cadaverous forgetting only means that you’re making room for something new
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May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC
mini pine cones are hard to find
it is a nice feeling of tragedy when i let the bathwater gently slide into place and underneath the door through the threshold blue wisps from the television keeps your face lit up throughout the course of the night i hear birds and those sounds they make not just in the early morning but always leaving spots translucent beside me every noise is subtle and sinister staring at the dark corners cadaverous forgetting only means that you’re making room for something new
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May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC
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