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the third of january saw this; the moon is a stone in the sky and the night a blanket of holes, the rain an error of clouds and the stars a coda of cats; this day told me; you are hidden behind your face, all your words are coded like scripts, your body is full of lines, you are paged inside yourself
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Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 5:12 AM UTC
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the third of january saw this; the moon is a stone in the sky and the night a blanket of holes, the rain an error of clouds and the stars a coda of cats; this day told me; you are hidden behind your face, all your words are coded like scripts, your body is full of lines, you are paged inside yourself
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Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 5:12 AM UTC
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