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IT’S LATE

It’s late. . . Eyes still opensoaking in the too blue light,which to me looks white, of this weirdo fake-oelectro-magneticscreenglowing eeriein the night. All it takesis a finger full of willto press that buttonto get out, and tomore basic naturalhuman … Continue reading

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