DEAF + DUMB + DONE
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two march
four : fifteen p.m.
the radio is playing a song that i've never heard before, but it seems like the kind of music i should get up and dance to. i'm so tired.
i haven't even seen him for two days, but he's still in my head in my hands in my eyes, and i want him here now out of the rain keeping me warm.
we could waltz.
music : wshc
literature : journals
fixation : shitty weather