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May 2017
And the days were full enough
and the nights were full enough
and life did not seem to move
and was like death in that regard.

Before the spikes,
flatlining snapshots
of the unattainable.
Written by
Celso Moskowitz  29/M/Portugal
(29/M/Portugal)   
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