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Like the stench of day-old cigarette smoke lingering on a black ruffled top. Like the fine strands of flyaway hair sticking to a cold, b...
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Time is a great healer they say But I wonder if it just intensifies everything Like a pickle or preserve maturing over the years Rip...
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