random rainy summer afternoon

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the place is a blur in the lines between the cement fence. why do people look through the gaps between the branches? why stare at a passerby? i used to think of good lines while brushing my teeth at night. why hunger after the better body in you head? I'd rather forget how I'm feeling. it's close to raining for the first time this summer. they opened the gate again that was locked up.

19  april

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