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Jul 2013
I can't keep up with you.
I'm sorry.
You run through this city as if you were invincible.
You stare at skies that don't exist.
You inhale ecstasy and exhale enchantment.
Your mind is so full and beautiful, but i'm glad it's not mine.
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