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Jul 2017
I walk at night a lot.
It's still and cool at night.
Everything is vacant in a small town at night.
The buildings are quiet.
The smells of the diners no longer linger in the air.
I relate a lot to the night time.
I'm quiet and unsure about what's in the distance.
I'm vacant and cold.
Bjarke
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Bjarke  21/Non-binary/The Nothingness
(21/Non-binary/The Nothingness)   
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