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The first one, all night-black and chalky, tumbles down the road as I have fretfully done since August and January and all the months in between I travel alone
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Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 2:04 PM UTC
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The first one, all night-black and chalky, tumbles down the road as I have fretfully done since August and January and all the months in between I travel alone
Muddled telepathy seventeen by sixteen years- we've designed this process, and how we despise every step.
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Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 2:04 PM UTC
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