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Apr 2016
Everyone’s faces are folded under the surface of the concrete
I can’t make sense of any of this

There’s a barrier to the plaza
Air blows through
Too fat to fit
So little pieces peel away and litter the ground like skin
Everyone just goes around it

They said it’d be 18 degrees today
But I think it’s going to rain
1:19pm, April 4th 2016

i want to go home
Akemi
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       kieran dacey boylan, E, Gidgette, ---, E Townsend and 4 others
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