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Aug 2023
He poured all the years into the river of his youth. It curves like black tears under the midnight moon, and the atmosphere is bent in sapphires. Estrangementβ€”a circuit board with one ***** loose. What is the hour without an atomic clock? Or GPS coordinates when all the satellites are ******? Life in the periphery is to be a precious gem in a forgotten alley market after the fall of capitalism.
sofolo
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sofolo  M/nashville, tn
(M/nashville, tn)   
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   guy scutellaro
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