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"take me to church," the con man said and I agreed to it, as I was yet to see his feignness, his shrouded cloud cast over the sunny afternoon I thought I was moving on, getting somewhere, but I was chasing reflections of someone I thought I knew, trapped in a mirror's maze until winter -c.j.
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Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 2:32 PM UTC
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"take me to church," the con man said and I agreed to it, as I was yet to see his feignness, his shrouded cloud cast over the sunny afternoon I thought I was moving on, getting somewhere, but I was chasing reflections of someone I thought I knew, trapped in a mirror's maze until winter -c.j.
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