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Oct 2015
you: alone after sunset, gathering firewood and skimming the shoreline for bodies with your eyes (only the entire beach is abandoned by now)

me: nine thousand planets away, complacent to the decompression window reflecting my own grotesque image while alarms go off in the other room
hyacinth w
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hyacinth w  arcturus
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