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It happens in the half-state when the film of your life is stored on acetate and every time you're late for the appointment. I'm giving it up and not just for Lent. Going to hand back the keys to the door and head back to the place that was there long before all of this prior to the headache the backache the take take ache wake but I think it's too late still reeling around and bound up in the acetate in the half-state.
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Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 1:40 AM UTC
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It happens in the half-state when the film of your life is stored on acetate and every time you're late for the appointment. I'm giving it up and not just for Lent. Going to hand back the keys to the door and head back to the place that was there long before all of this prior to the headache the backache the take take ache wake but I think it's too late still reeling around and bound up in the acetate in the half-state.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 1:40 AM UTC
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