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The wrinkled fingers get ***** with the dusty objects. The memories get ***** when it talks about the wins. – Noise is big, but the heart is more. I'm too old for the world and the world is too old for me. Don't think I'm deep man, because I'm not, at least not like this. – I'm bored therefore I write you. Without me the machine doesn't express itself and therefore it stops existing in hurry. Oh let this pass! – It's over, Vicent, it's over! You're gone and now I am. It always sounds in vain, trying to say their names with affection. Oh please let them in peace!
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May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 8:04 PM UTC
The Favorite Machine
The wrinkled fingers get ***** with the dusty objects. The memories get ***** when it talks about the wins. – Noise is big, but the heart is more. I'm too old for the world and the world is too old for me. Don't think I'm deep man, because I'm not, at least not like this. – I'm bored therefore I write you. Without me the machine doesn't express itself and therefore it stops existing in hurry. Oh let this pass! – It's over, Vicent, it's over! You're gone and now I am. It always sounds in vain, trying to say their names with affection. Oh please let them in peace!
jonasgoncalves
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May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 8:04 PM UTC
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