In my dreams I'm climbing. My hands grip wooden railings and the edges of bricks. I pull myself over balconies and stand on the knobs of doors. I brush flakes of paint from my hands onto my pants and look over a small inlet to apartments across the water. There is a light there, blocked by a friend I only know when I'm asleep. I think routes, maps
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Well, no, but sometimes I understand where they're coming from when they say it, though I would never apply that sort of "oh my god, this person" fear to me.
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did you know i have the worlds 325th best pokerface?
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maybe somebody should make you a disclaimer t-shirt.
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Foxtongue's Folly.
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