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twenty-fourth, jul fill my body with purpose. fill it to bursting to will myself to make myself fulfill the simplest tasks: drink a glass of water - it's salty and hot in my throat; light a stick of insense. you said i always smell like nag champa. i always wondered! i like that one of my great little mysteries has come to a close. it feels so heavy and soft at the same time, i might actually fall asleep. |