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it would happen to me most often as a child when sleeping over my grandparents' house in the red room,   as my sleeping and waking minds met, I knew myself to be elsewhere--
Once upon a time, there was a teenaged girl on a vacation with her sister, mother, and father. After running out of data and battery, Alice's iPhone needed a charger.
the breeze feels like feathers against my skin and laughter suffocates me but i can still breath.  two beers shots shots shots shots shots  dark souls filled to the brim with inebriation 
There was another reality
Keep Spinning   Life is a broken Merry Go ‘Round, Continuously whirling in blurry rotations
Hair wavy ripples teal tinted aqua skin supple hubble bubble nipples cripples bystanders even when fully sheathed Sweat drips and drops and plops beneath the penholder quivers at sweet nostalgia
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