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Friday, 14 June 2013
AS I SAID TO THE JUDGE . . .
sometimes theres a looseness in the mornings like the clocks are unteethered and it could be anywhere and at anytime like an eternal classroom forever and i MUST hold on tight to someone so i dont fall off the world
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