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Local government, wretched round, which everyone claims to care about. A storm. A virus. Unprovable. they call it “some sort of new device”-- it is nothing new. Facebook videos condemn the 1 percent, demand that we look up; I regret not looking up...I know this. I catch his eye. There is no complacency; he called it war. Little boy. He cries to his mother. He cannot fight the thought. Catastrophic moments like explosions on an endless row. “something that tracks us…” We are not all safe. Without guidance we crave “more”, some regret it; we were told desire is fatal. It swish swirls in the valley of trees; his last stroll. He does not know to catch the shred of a breeze. Who knew that moment would doom us all.
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Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 10:04 PM UTC
"There was a time I could say no one I knew had died."
Local government, wretched round, which everyone claims to care about. A storm. A virus. Unprovable. they call it “some sort of new device”-- it is nothing new. Facebook videos condemn the 1 percent, demand that we look up; I regret not looking up...I know this. I catch his eye. There is no complacency; he called it war. Little boy. He cries to his mother. He cannot fight the thought. Catastrophic moments like explosions on an endless row. “something that tracks us…” We are not all safe. Without guidance we crave “more”, some regret it; we were told desire is fatal. It swish swirls in the valley of trees; his last stroll. He does not know to catch the shred of a breeze. Who knew that moment would doom us all.
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manicsurvival
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Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 10:04 PM UTC
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