She spends her time dreaming of the space in between people. If it is something real she can keep track of. As if it were the seventh wonder of the world, now, is it? She is getting sick again. She knows this because she has been happy for too long. There is karma in her throat. Pardon the way it scratches. She tells herself to keep quiet, to remain lost, and speak her easiest.
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