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May 2014
I'm forever haunted by a petty precedent based in an experience distracted by lights and sounds.
Unable to express myself truly with this measly stock of depth. So your face in my eyes loses definition in the moment without a tracer pushed out of my mouth to keep it kept.
Nathan Burgess
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