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We travel so far, plagues in the jetstream, bugs in the mainframe, a glitch, a worldwide ***** an unscratchable itch. We are caught, like an insect, beneath a glass, on a window, nowhere to hide, all for the best, here for scrutiny, to be examined, under the microscope, under the hammer, under the glare, and for a minute there... I lost myself.
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Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 7:43 PM UTC
The Tourist
We travel so far, plagues in the jetstream, bugs in the mainframe, a glitch, a worldwide ***** an unscratchable itch. We are caught, like an insect, beneath a glass, on a window, nowhere to hide, all for the best, here for scrutiny, to be examined, under the microscope, under the hammer, under the glare, and for a minute there... I lost myself.
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Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 7:43 PM UTC
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