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Jul 2017
i want to scribble meaningless words across my body. i run from meaning—I want wholeness. to be apart of the world. a grain of sand in the Mojave desert, a spec of mud in a running river. i am a  wave in the dead sea, i am a cold car engine in the month of december. a single note, in the symphonies of everything—and nothing.
RMartinM
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RMartinM  23/M/NYC
(23/M/NYC)   
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     mickey finn and Isabelle
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