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High and sharp and thin, looking down, and then you start laughing. Eyes over end, not sure you'll end up in tears or jumping. It's that sugar-high-i-could-stab-someone laughter. Is this making any sense? Its less of what I miss, and more of what i wanted. Not crazy, not close, temperature controlled, new shoes and life slow me down. You could run like a rag doll and come tumbling down arms flailing, catch a breeze, skim the floor. All this shit is not amusing anymore, but its quite a ride, and its time to fly. There's silk in the sediment. Such a nice sentiment.
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