sounds, not fleeting, more like
aural occupations
leftover notes from headphones
the sweet electric hum of something
your murmurs, sleeping
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2 comments:
hey who s murmurs were they
i think they were no one's in particular. i found that in my notebook the other day, it's from awhile ago.
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