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Apr 2014
pictures of pictures of pictures are my
past, every year adds another frame another
layer of rose-coloured glass between Now and
Then

Then...now...what? my future is un-
framed, unhinged, unexistant
and so far unbroken
Written by
melli7
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   nivek
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