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sh-
01:03
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did you know you still seem the same as always? even when I lean in close? it's only when I first see the whites of your eyes that I'm reminded you're not here anymore.
how much of this guilt is justified?
I can still remember the guilt on your face when you first took the time to explain to me, nice and gently: the details, ins-and-outs, the inner workings of my psychology
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fanta
00:54
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it was earlier this week. I was reading that book of poetry you recommended to me. you said
"why do you see yourself in every little thing? they didn't even know you, how could they have written you in? do you relish in your narcissism?"
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becky
01:09
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I've never seen the inside of your house, so I wonder: how does it sound? do you have high ceilings? do your voices bounce around, when you're there together, alone, or by yourselves?
whenever I find myself wanting something new, I realize I'm thinking about you. why do I only feel this warm by your side? why do I like myself so much fucking better when you're on my mind?
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tethered
01:20
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when I walked into the room that you and I had been painting, I couldn't help but try and assign some kind of deeper meaning to the way that you were leaning. but you closed your eyes and with a sigh said:
"son, it used to seem so easy. I could slip away. would you believe me? if I were to confess that I hadn't always been so firmly tethered to the ground?"
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cusack
01:09
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hey. how you doing? what have you been up to lately? what have you been up to recently? oh, nothing really. that's too bad. just watching some old DVDs.
I stayed up late last night, even though I know that it's not good for me. I was trapped inside (and I swear to god that that's not hyperbole) that John Cusack film. I couldn't move, I couldn't see. That you left behind, when you left me.
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-ark
01:09
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it's like I'm a predator, with gills on either side of my face. and if I stop chasing her, or if I try to hard to stay in one place, I'll sink to the bottom of the ocean.
I'll sink to the bottom of the sea. and if I stop inserting myself into your life, you will inevitably forget about me. forget about me.
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cat
01:14
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I'll clean your box, protect you from dogs, I'll do whatever it is you want. I'll serve you carefully portioned food. let's both do whatever you want to. I'll stroke your fur, scratch behind your ears. I want to hear you purr, so please stay near. you're such a good listener, you curl up on my lap and I'm reassured. I'm reassured.
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esteban dorado-troughton Blackstock, Ontario
with dogs
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