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A running out of future that grapples for its past. Like the folds of a blackhole, I wanted something guttural and familiar and as structurally unsound as life.
A running out of future that grapples for its past. Like the folds of a blackhole, I wanted something guttural and familiar and as structurally unsound as life.
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