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muscularteeth — The Id as an Angel.
Published: 2015-10-16 05:46:42 +0000 UTC; Views: 363; Favourites: 7; Downloads: 0
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Description Again,
I felt the brilliant
drifting spirit
who lives in my chest,

on my ribs
she tapped in our
language,

"What happened
to your daydreams?"

so I said
to the empty street
beside the liquor store,

"They fled
the week I worked
seventy hours,
to the pit
of my stomach to die
a quicker death."
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Comments: 5

Braxton-T-Rutledge [2015-10-16 16:49:53 +0000 UTC]

I feel like this needs expanding.

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muscularteeth In reply to Braxton-T-Rutledge [2015-10-16 18:40:53 +0000 UTC]

more than likely. I just had this snippet playing over and over in my head.

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similar-singularity In reply to muscularteeth [2015-10-23 21:01:43 +0000 UTC]

no no, it fits right in its abrupt
that's the whole point of the story

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Eremitik [2015-10-16 12:18:11 +0000 UTC]

Seventy hour weeks get tiring awfully quick.

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muscularteeth In reply to Eremitik [2015-10-16 13:31:00 +0000 UTC]

they do.

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