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the afternoon is disappearing in strange lights that light up the car windows. footprints and elbow smudge words are from the warmer months when the summer tricked us all and we believed it because that's what you do when the hair on top of your head is whipping cream and a thick forest for the bees attracted to your shampoo to explore. i just didn't expect mid january to come so blasphemous and silly, you know? i didn't expect the snow to seep through my underpants and threaten my insides; or such outside forces to have any affect on this strange malaga-set sno-globe we've built. if i just sit here for a while the enormous child's hand shaking this place will seem like it should have been so obvious and endurable. i just didn't expect it, is all, and we're all bundled in a boobie trap with dead leaves in our hair, for now. hopes aren't ephemeral plants. buoyancy won't drown. breathe against the window and the ice will melt off. i will stop writing this now.
by The JavaScript Source
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