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by zmag 4 years ago in Abandon Project Mayhem

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It is cold. dark. lonely. There is little worth talking about. There is nothing before and nothing after. Form filters dust out of wind, rushing towards
comely faces, and the sun setting below. Petty pleasures are found in the homes of little people.

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