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| squint |
revolving doors, spun frozen like light in a photograph around you. You are at the pinnacle of wasted time wading in your own circular movement, sorry that you I can't choose an exit point, going anywhere but around. Sorry life. |
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| dries&hardens | I whittle you down every night but I'll stop if you tell me when. | 060707 |