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Piled in corners are things I've tried to be. Study books build staircases, art materials stack up in paint splashed bonfires, a yoga mat lolls like a disembodied tongue and the sewing machine crouches beetle like, chews on thread weaves a cocoon over itself. Pictures line the walls. I smile behind glass, children tuck in, arms tight.
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Dec 15, 2010
Dec 15, 2010 at 11:47 AM UTC
Role Play
Piled in corners are things I've tried to be. Study books build staircases, art materials stack up in paint splashed bonfires, a yoga mat lolls like a disembodied tongue and the sewing machine crouches beetle like, chews on thread weaves a cocoon over itself. Pictures line the walls. I smile behind glass, children tuck in, arms tight.
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Dec 15, 2010
Dec 15, 2010 at 11:47 AM UTC
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