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the universe is cold and stale and doesn't care what we have in our homes, our hands wallets syringes and pipes no hearts no lungs or thoughts give meaning to an empty darkness that drifts along allowing what ever is to be to be
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Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 12:51 AM UTC
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the universe is cold and stale and doesn't care what we have in our homes, our hands wallets syringes and pipes no hearts no lungs or thoughts give meaning to an empty darkness that drifts along allowing what ever is to be to be
mikev
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Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 12:51 AM UTC
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