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Wednesday, 14 August 2019
Night night
Nighttime and the air is a concrete pile of transparent silence that moans in wisps of drawn grey curtains shading from the lights spinning into thin bolts of shadows, crestfallen idioms of dreams take a sharp turn towards the ending of tonight.
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