• isaacmaxim 5w

    Lost

    One morning the sky is clotted with clouds like mouldy cream and you want to cry. You want to cry but you can't.

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    This is Go d sig
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    It means you've lost yourself, somewhere, like the shadow of a boy who wouldn't grow up. You only want to feel weightless, feel ephemeral, feel like the bubbles on the blue washing up liquid, like the dragonflies, out in the fields.

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    This is p hetic.
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    ©isaacmaxim