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01.24.03 . 10:02 a.m. things are hurting between the hum & throb, the railway lines have not a thing to say. i had listened once, to the wheels fucking the tracks, to the trains pulsing towards & away from me. i tried to gauge the weight & hurting. the journey & the destination the words & the breathing i miss our mouth... there has been a death, my legs, bent open like a pair of scissors. clutching the pillows like a lover, clutching the edge of the bed like grim death. it is five past midnight, morning mourning the passing of light grieving for the heat i had once cursed missing our voice which i had carried with me....constantly. |
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