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2010-07-02
bump into things


I got lost in the rise of light. I wanted to kiss Bjork in a morning of tigers and puzzles. Apartment shadows are sticky when you're over 25. My parents died under the bandage of white light, the murmur of crowds, and my own self-imposed absence.


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