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I want laughing mornings
Long lost oysters
Tell me of the nature of home
What you call truth is a blur. What you call knowledge is a rusty memory. What you call trust is a hope, a loyalty which has gone untested.
run, comrade, the world is behind you
July 10, 2019
When we speak of magic, we conspire against death
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