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7d
I have toast and panick for breakfast
there's so much noise & scrolling without end
(I am/you are/he is just islands in the middle of words and infinite scrolling)
the coffee machines just lost their purpose in radical mornings
time explodes in our veins while
I'm dreaming ofย ย blue hours
irinia
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irinia  where East meets West
(where East meets West)   
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