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This it how it begins - increasingly & un-inspired & shamefully stimulated. Same prose, different metaphor. The world is a sprint & I’m wedged between moments of initiation & suspension. Like the way a song hits you and beats your heart exposed, while I’m trapped on chord one. Amputate this vacant, expressionless gap. Tiny crumbs dance, echo,

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[anonymous]

ive missed you!

[anonymous]

i miss you too pervis!