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Aug 2020
i'm running out of the time that was a moment ago interminable, endless, again
i saw you sitting in a white tiled gray-scale waiting dock in
the corner of the middle of where all the mustard-coloured
bus lines-line up
Timbuctu
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Timbuctu
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