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i've started to pray to the toilets of public bathrooms again. on busses & on trains travelers can watch me turn dizzy, faint, or, even better, turn ghostly like a grandfather. i've been buying travel tickets to my brothers again. lately in my dreams they did not die, they never died. there was a joint funeral & my parents hired a soul singer to perform cover songs of elliott smith & i stood still as ash, doing my best to rip open my face & my palms & my wrists. that day was the first day in a week that i did not eat, that i did not make myself ***** in dreams my brothers did not die, but i still wait for their funeral. my hands are roads again, or wheels, all marked & nailed & bruised. if you turn me into a river then i will share my secrets with you.
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Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
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i've started to pray to the toilets of public bathrooms again. on busses & on trains travelers can watch me turn dizzy, faint, or, even better, turn ghostly like a grandfather. i've been buying travel tickets to my brothers again. lately in my dreams they did not die, they never died. there was a joint funeral & my parents hired a soul singer to perform cover songs of elliott smith & i stood still as ash, doing my best to rip open my face & my palms & my wrists. that day was the first day in a week that i did not eat, that i did not make myself ***** in dreams my brothers did not die, but i still wait for their funeral. my hands are roads again, or wheels, all marked & nailed & bruised. if you turn me into a river then i will share my secrets with you.
loisa-f
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Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
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