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I am very easy to buy things for oct 23 2018 ∞
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I am still suspicious about the whole affair
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oct 24 2018 + Some days I put the people in their places at the table, bend their legs at the knees, if they come with that feature, and fix them into the tiny wooden chairs. All afternoon they face one another, the man in the brown suit, the woman in the blue dress, perfectly motionless, perfectly behaved. But other days, I am the one who is lifted up by the ribs, then lowered into the dining room of a dollhouse to sit with the others at the long table. Very funny, but how would you like it if you never knew from one day to the next if you were going to spend it striding around like a vivid god, your shoulders in the clouds, or sitting down there amidst the wallpaper, staring straight ahead with your little plastic face? oct 22 2018 ∞
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oct 22 2018 + At night in a fit of half sleep In the hours where time feels tired I tuck the curtain into the space between the window And the creaky worn shades So that moonlight cannot pour into my room like a pitcher from the sky, But Little slivers of light still manage to peek through any lines and openings it can find Spilling all over my pillowcase, a mess of cold grey And now instead of seeing nothing I see the green flower pattern that I lay my head on every night Now I am thinking Not of how to block out the moon, but of how beautiful the color green looks Mixed in with its grey And that maybe, I am not so tired after all oct 22 2018 ∞
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