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Philip K. What The **** It's here. Has been. In a fad. I sit in a slit. The calm of industrial evenings. Back to the industry? I never left. You get clean. I get stuck. Not that I never did want. Cracks exist in everything. Brief gaps in taken space. Every crack leads from toe to head. Every crack feeds on dusty crumbs.
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May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 9:38 PM UTC
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Philip K. What The **** It's here. Has been. In a fad. I sit in a slit. The calm of industrial evenings. Back to the industry? I never left. You get clean. I get stuck. Not that I never did want. Cracks exist in everything. Brief gaps in taken space. Every crack leads from toe to head. Every crack feeds on dusty crumbs.
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May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 9:38 PM UTC
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