DEAF + DUMB + DONE
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eleven january
twelve : fifty p.m.
feet curled under me (they told me not to do that. throws my back off), reading every word. singing every lyric.
i hope she never comes back.
"i look down, and i see the whole world, and it's fading."
music : "the black crow" by songs : ohia
literature : sailing alone around the room by billy collins
fixation : photo supplies