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My eyes long to bleed the pigment nostalgia of ink-blot images this over-exposure of apeture awareness develops beyond the thought-corridors of blackrooms before absorbing your sepia solitude, remember that filtered lenses cannot distinguish the difference between memories and mementos
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Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
Phonographic Memory
My eyes long to bleed the pigment nostalgia of ink-blot images this over-exposure of apeture awareness develops beyond the thought-corridors of blackrooms before absorbing your sepia solitude, remember that filtered lenses cannot distinguish the difference between memories and mementos
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Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
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