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Oct 2017
“it was the first fissure in the columns that had
  upheld my childhood, which every individual
  must destroy before he can become
  himself…  such fissures and rents grow
  together again, heal, and are forgotten, but in
  the most secret recess they continue to live
  and bleed.”
chris
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chris  21/F/tokyo
(21/F/tokyo)   
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       chris, xmxrgxncy and emzee
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