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Feb 2018
I couldn't validate or navigate a way around you. The breathing wheel, moving along my heart. Breathing life into what was gone. Coming up, like a smoke signal in my wake. The last streetlight leading the way to home. Overcome with madness. Dark. Episodic. True.
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