I have fallen into a clingy web of objects, energetic debris, dying estates and tear-stained notes hidden in the cracks of my <3. There is no closure in these sporadic sad thoughts.
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the measure of a soul in this city of ghosts
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I have fallen into a clingy web of objects, energetic debris, dying estates and tear-stained notes hidden in the cracks of my <3. There is no closure in these sporadic sad thoughts.