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Jul 2015
What day is today?
I haven't done much sleeping.
          I can't guess that look on your face...
     I pass right through you --
       Or you through me.
                                      ...The feeling is the same,
                                No matter the details.

          "The invisible hand,"
                                They say it guides us all.
            That, in combination
                                                  With your well measured affection,
                                           Is perhaps why I feel
                                                    so small.
I promise, I'm trying to stop, I swear, really, believe me, or is this another game
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
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