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tired because of the things he does, always remembering where i was. these fickle things nostalgia brings, icicle fingers touching ribs—stings.
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Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC
Friday in a Computer Lab with Plans for Tonight. 19 Year Old Repetition.
tired because of the things he does, always remembering where i was. these fickle things nostalgia brings, icicle fingers touching ribs—stings.
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Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC
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