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Tiptoe. Heel to sole. Closer and warmer. Tongue against palate. Tongue against teeth. Air slips in between lips... word for word. Mumbling and muttering… Hands are shaken. Heads are nodding. Backs are bending. Tiptoe. Sole to heel. Distant and cold.
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Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 1:03 PM UTC
Eb and Flow
wake up, brush teeth, get dressed make coffee, pack, double check. the same routine every day, the same day played out yet again. the same email to the same type of people who i know aren't going to make a purchase. the same answers to all the same questions. going home at the same time, to the same place i hate, thinking all the same thoughts, wondering, wondering, wondering. if this is 'life', maybe i'm not cut out for it.
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May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 10:00 AM UTC
this is 'life'