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empty lakes and barren streets try to keep me inside detached from the land of detachment tired eyes cold coffee sun of light but no warmth the constant buzz of renovation call it limbo call it boring it stands here the middle of the end a running projector with no film left the encroaching white space passive sadness screams are not heard they are never voiced but they are there under the material
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
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