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Front jean pockets, I have found, will often be cluttered with infinite secrets of past, present, future. We mainly carry these secrets near the hips and pelvis. So as we walk, hood forward neck bent, head down, ruminating, pondering; our hands can broodingly slip into the soft concealment made from denim and dye. To worry at the mistakes in solitude, out of eyesight.
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
Secrets in Pockets
Front jean pockets, I have found, will often be cluttered with infinite secrets of past, present, future. We mainly carry these secrets near the hips and pelvis. So as we walk, hood forward neck bent, head down, ruminating, pondering; our hands can broodingly slip into the soft concealment made from denim and dye. To worry at the mistakes in solitude, out of eyesight.
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
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