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Jul 2018
I count the busy lights of each car passing by this late city night. How I wish that for a singularity— we could have that smidge of a chance.
How you and I would pass by each other swift as chasing cars.

— at least we met;
You keep me up every night.

180615; 12:21 AM

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Yule
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       Krista DelleFemine, Persephone, ---, L B and Yule
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