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I live in a half-home hours from the city in a rubble village from which the youth is leaving and where I don't hear language that speeds up my pulse I recognize the coats of my neighbours and I think that they are decent people strangers that I greet and from whom I don't want to know more than from myself It's all clearly a question about friendship whether there are doors which I open myself and what choices I turn over in my mind
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Dec 10, 2021
Dec 10, 2021 at 3:40 AM UTC
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I live in a half-home hours from the city in a rubble village from which the youth is leaving and where I don't hear language that speeds up my pulse I recognize the coats of my neighbours and I think that they are decent people strangers that I greet and from whom I don't want to know more than from myself It's all clearly a question about friendship whether there are doors which I open myself and what choices I turn over in my mind
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Zywa
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Amsterdam
Dec 10, 2021
Dec 10, 2021 at 3:40 AM UTC
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