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Mindlessly floating, aimlessly wandering, pining through the vineyard for the key to stop my clock. "A beautiful night." she said. "What a waste." he replies. "The time or the company?" she hesitates to ask. Thump-thump-thump A sharp look in his eyes thump-thump-thump "To each, his own." Thump-thump-thump the key does not fit in this tiny clock.
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Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 2:24 AM UTC
Perception
Mindlessly floating, aimlessly wandering, pining through the vineyard for the key to stop my clock. "A beautiful night." she said. "What a waste." he replies. "The time or the company?" she hesitates to ask. Thump-thump-thump A sharp look in his eyes thump-thump-thump "To each, his own." Thump-thump-thump the key does not fit in this tiny clock.
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Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 2:24 AM UTC
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