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Come sit and talk or stay high, don't fly.
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I had to call in because I'm shedding. Creeping out of an emotional cage. Like popping your head out of a sweater. The past crawls back like bitchy sirens, all mermaid tails, hiss, and coo. Being inches away from someone. Feeling arrogant, prideful, vengeful, so very sincere. Look, it is hard to explain. Lighting black candles for protection. Keeping low. Finding humor in death. I'm writing a screenplay - if anyone cares. With oodles of detail.

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