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If I met myself in a gas station in ten years it would be in Laramie Wyoming The fog forming a translucent lavender blanket Drops of hail hit the gravel like shots raining down on school campuses
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Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC
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If I met myself in a gas station in ten years it would be in Laramie Wyoming The fog forming a translucent lavender blanket Drops of hail hit the gravel like shots raining down on school campuses
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Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC
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