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  • Hands full of Heart-beats.

    One daywalking my way back home, I seea dusty abandoned Cadillacthe original black merging into the rusty redburnt in a riot or probably something elsenear the broken community garbage cansmelling ...

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Lots of times you have to pretend to join a parade in which you're not really interested in order to get where you're going.
— Christopher Darlington Morley