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Sky-soaked Collingwood Street barely greeted by the dawn. Thin beams razor through grey fluff above me. Encompassed noise machine of industrial stains. Like the latte to my teeth. Indelible, unfortunately.
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Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 10:59 PM UTC
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Sky-soaked Collingwood Street barely greeted by the dawn. Thin beams razor through grey fluff above me. Encompassed noise machine of industrial stains. Like the latte to my teeth. Indelible, unfortunately.
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Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 10:59 PM UTC
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