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in the midst of a heatwave i find myself freezing refusing touches denying contact and collecting nothing but missed calls which will be used as currency when next i might feel alone
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Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC
cold summer
in the midst of a heatwave i find myself freezing refusing touches denying contact and collecting nothing but missed calls which will be used as currency when next i might feel alone
yanun
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Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC
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