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Sep 2014
Everything means so much more now
Even a stamp pressed perfectly by your once-fingertips
If pressed imperfectly - with the right corner lifted and protruding
The spot where your finger missed means even more
There you are left
Anything but encased
There sits the reality of human character
(Perfectly) flawed
Scottie Green
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   Tyler Durden
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