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Impossible Bottle
Contributed by
daniella
on
Tuesday, 20th October 2009 @ 09:08:41 AM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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In the museum In the museum I've found you're fossilized And I'm composed of tiny dots And rampants clots of paint and texture but best heard from far away in my own mind in my own mind i think i'm affable if i'm approachable like the man mumbling to himself of bottled ships and lips he used to kiss to kiss in his own mind
so get ready to question my sense of death and the breadth of this situation this feeling of relapse when there's no one left to question and we're teeming with contradiction!
I fear my ship could collapse
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daniella
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2009-10-20 09:08:41] (Date/Time posted on
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