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precious time @ 10:32 p.m.
where this isn’t is a place perfect for purpose of poetry and there’s always [always always always] a way to say exactly what you’re trying to say you stow yourself in impossible poses pretending to know not knowing nothing/no.one/nothing i can’t mean enough of what i wish i could say without just wishing that you weren’t or i was [the word willing] listening with[out] wanting to know that you’re never going to forgive this so insistent that i insisted re-fucking-visit the last revision and reveal really, i won’t think about it anymore
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