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May 2017
When my friends talk of contentment, many of times I have dreamed of a house where pink angels lay down to rest from an evening they swore would never let them rest again, until every moment was covered in a glaze of unspeakable spice. A treasured necklace discovered around a wax doorknob, choking a mysterious day, when most people resort to lashing into an unforgettable sleep.

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