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Mar 2017
At one point there was some kind of house music playing.......
And as the beat slowed down
Everything
deaccelerated  
accordingly
until it
finally stopped.
Then everything,
including me,
ceased to exist.
I told myself.
This time you’ve gone too far.
Rukowski
Written by
Rukowski  Glasgow
(Glasgow)   
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