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there's a certain texture to this moment to the bare walls that have surrounded me all this time and that I've only noticed now although the room is quiet I still hear the city's noise and the muffed din of those next to me, but far away the din of those who aren't spending these moments to stop, and smell the absence of roses
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Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 10:27 PM UTC
the absence of roses
there's a certain texture to this moment to the bare walls that have surrounded me all this time and that I've only noticed now although the room is quiet I still hear the city's noise and the muffed din of those next to me, but far away the din of those who aren't spending these moments to stop, and smell the absence of roses
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Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 10:27 PM UTC
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