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I miss freezing my ass off walking around Danbury; going to thrift stores and the library; renting the dumbest movies and falling asleep while I watch them in the dark playroom. I wonder sometimes where those memories sit in my head. Are they all clumped together, and when I poke at them they all unfold, but they're all wrinkled from being curled
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my very favorite poem.
ive never known how to word it.but ive wondered so many times "how does his brain work?"i wanted to know every step taken to crank out a thought of yours.this little bit of insite was a nice help.
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