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Tick tock, tick tock sounding…
Taste of salt in mouth…
Dog snoring loudly…
Humming, it ruptures the aether…
Where do you go to…
I lost my notebook…
A sip of water…
Lamp shade misses eyes…
Index and thumb on…
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