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It never rains when you want it to, many lawns under the deluge
no, it's your fate to never reach that understanding
I want the decomposing grace of the forest floor
August lost
will our souls remember where we said we'd meet?
I was supposed to be dead when this picture was taken
Contemporary Dance Theater
Call your mom
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