in small plastic bags are my notes.
i've taken them while laying under tabled that hold candles and plates of food.
i listen to conversations has,
talks about politics and boring things.
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About Me.
- Emma Cherry
- In a yellow sumbarine, Liechtenstein
- We must blend into the choir Sing as static with the whole. We must memorize nine numbers and Deny we have a soul. And in this endless race for property and Privilege to be won. We must run, we must run, we must run.
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