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WE SALT THE EARTH OUR WINGS CAST SHADOWS ON

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the soundtrack to the year I spent in limbo, out of high school, and nowhere near moving to New York. Past the boundaries of street lights and suburbia, the desert is a comfortingly devoid of light and sound. driving down some isolated stretch of a rural road I flick my headlamps on and off to the beat. on and off, from black to white -

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Kunio Okawara: Genten-Keisho Gundam Illustrations

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I don’t think she likes me, not with this new haircut
I don’t think she likes me, I shouldn’t eat so much

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