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2002-02-14

Need to ease back into flow instead of removing myself completely and watching the mess as it builds and buckles from a distant. Hollow face me tracing the tracks with my fingertip in the air and the vectors' arrows can't fire way up here. Only smoke, residue, and eyes for mirrors...until I wipe away these reflectors.



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