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broken men fill their cracks with memories, and forests of fitful dreams, only scenery. Their temperament changed by the montage of time, amid the accumulation of real and imagined crime. finding pieces of their lives in old movies, old cars. hidden dreams in crown royal bags and miracle whip jars. old men have family taking, forever naps, never forgotten... and secrets buried deep within groom lake. We sleep, but can never really find rest...
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Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
Baby Boomer #1955
broken men fill their cracks with memories, and forests of fitful dreams, only scenery. Their temperament changed by the montage of time, amid the accumulation of real and imagined crime. finding pieces of their lives in old movies, old cars. hidden dreams in crown royal bags and miracle whip jars. old men have family taking, forever naps, never forgotten... and secrets buried deep within groom lake. We sleep, but can never really find rest...
Groom lake.
beryl-starkovic
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Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
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