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Nov 2013
Life is sweet and sad, I think.
I'm sitting on a desk chair made of wood.
I hear my heart beating.
Living is strange, I think.
It's night.
I look out the window.
I see the reflections of the things on my desk:
a yellow bottle of Bayer,
an empty pack of rolling papers,
LA Hall
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