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the newspaper and i have something in common overtime, we are forgotten about overtime, we begin to decay overtime, the sun beats down on us overtime, we are torn apart piece by piece overtime, there will be nothing left.
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Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 5:01 PM UTC
slowly decaying, not yet gone
the newspaper and i have something in common overtime, we are forgotten about overtime, we begin to decay overtime, the sun beats down on us overtime, we are torn apart piece by piece overtime, there will be nothing left.
inspired by the newspaper that has been sitting in my neighbor’s driveway for over 2 months lol.
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18/F/ohio
Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 5:01 PM UTC
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