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Jan 2019
old light. there's
mold on your

your me
is flipped through
photo album. i am

somewhere between
the solar spasms,
deleted and spatial,
****** off. holding

no grudge, i
just can't care
that hard anymore. all

i want is
soaring silent synths
and eyes, mine, closed,
holding vacuums on the lids.
mike dm
Written by
mike dm  NY
       Azaria, Tanisha Jackland, 欣快 and ---
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