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Oct 2014
Hello little cup of tea. It's strange I met you here, just now. The day was the crashing waves of automobile noise pollution, but the night hums an electronic melody. Go ahead now, pour your nature in my preserved, artificial frame. I beg you to make me feel the providential roots in every tree. I'll whisper bedtime tales of tragedy and glory. But for now, I sip you in alongside the dusty air.
Middle Class
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