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emails better moods silence helps sometimes keeps me kicking wrestling with shadows like Jacob with angels scripture and real life drama soaps without 2 minute 20 second rest no sofas built my own leaned back chairs from posture back telling so much reading stories of the spine shapes and latitudes spin the globe on a pierced axis fulcrums the wieght of feet of fixed brows and grass thorns pricked on summer erected in wait meaning walks before me trudge along like tired children for thats all we are all i am thumb sucks misconstrued blankets became ingestible passion confused with addictions slavery with a way of life |
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