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my God, I have no time, no time
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It's 2am. The wind is moving at speed, whipping gently the tree branches, and their leaves rustle simultaneously to create a audible sound, like hands flipping through sheets of paper, or that feeling you get on your fingertips when going across a textured surface. I'm…
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We are a city of overworked workers.
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maybe eventually time / will erase our time together
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