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Nothing more... from eightytwo 29 days old
Nothing more than empty creases in my bed. A coat, still. On its hook. High heels, abandoned askew. The simplest things remind me. The littlest things ...
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Me and My Machine from eightytwo 155 days old
Side by Side. The world rushes by. Separated by little. Protected from everything. Safe from nothing. Stopping. Starting. Reversing. Parking. Single ...
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