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there were oil stains outside his house where the car had sat like the stains, he bore marks little pocks that had worn on his face from a life he lived al a erosion though each scar, skin deep as shallow as the rest he felt best when they bled
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Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 8:01 AM UTC
On the Asphalt
there were oil stains outside his house where the car had sat like the stains, he bore marks little pocks that had worn on his face from a life he lived al a erosion though each scar, skin deep as shallow as the rest he felt best when they bled
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Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 8:01 AM UTC
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