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Realization of one's ongoing decline. Not a bad thing.
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I can't tell a cigarette from a cheese sandwich as I stare vacantly into the synthetic sunshine of my laptop.
Jump up a few lines to add a comma to show the possession of clocks
they do belong to people after all.
I sip my coffee from a novelty mug, ho
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I see you walk by every day, as our paths seem to intersect somewhere. It is never even the same places, most of the time. The more it happens, the more I have found myself becoming inwardly excited to see you. You have no idea the fantasies I have had lately- I doubt you…
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