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2011-07-10
bypass


My life is one long process of dying alone. I haven't known anyone in years. Everyone collects something. I collect dust and absence. I collect the ghosts you left in the sliding glass door. Late at night. Late at night after the freeways are empty and the shoes have cooled.


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