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[bourbonandgod]

i have thoughts whose lives exist as goldfish in a fishbowl circling forever the center where swirling water meets at a point. and it's true, i fall asleep in terror and trip over my boots. i do not know what to say most times and cannot say what i know i must. i have written letters for the mere purpose to burn at my hand's match. and often i see

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[vaudeville]

brilliant