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I've grown less fond of grubby dreaming, have had enough of hope. I distrust bright colors and new mirrors. I need layers of dust to recognize my lived-in eyes.
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Jun 16, 2023
Jun 16, 2023 at 1:10 PM UTC
Upon Reflection.
I've grown less fond of grubby dreaming, have had enough of hope. I distrust bright colors and new mirrors. I need layers of dust to recognize my lived-in eyes.
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Jun 16, 2023
Jun 16, 2023 at 1:10 PM UTC
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