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Sep 2015
At the eye of the storm, my mind is clear,
But zooming out, you can see that the farther
Things get from this pin ***** of perfection,
The more fragile and damageable it all gets.
Everything; big and small and imperfect.

This clutter is controllable though,
If you know how.
*I think.
Lottie
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Lottie  Limbo
(Limbo)   
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   ---, Taylor and SPT
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