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Sleepless eyes betray even the most well-prepared. Fatigue is master. Giuseppe Gillespie – September 2021
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I need a hex girl to come put a spell on me in the dead of night. Giuseppe Gillespie – September 2021
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Far-out shooting stars, coursing on oblivion, searching for lost homes. Giuseppe Gillespie – September 2021
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Circular motion. night and day chasing away, an endless cycle. Giuseppe Gillespie – September 2021
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Filth raised up to wall, seeping in stained wallpaper such that never fades. Giuseppe Gillespie – September 2021
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Voices spilling from chorale-carrying wind notes. My neighbors’ gossip. Giuseppe Gillespie – September 2021
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Refracted beams gleamserene from infinite dreamsin a night unseen. Giuseppe Gillespie – September 2021
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Moon dances uponmidnight covered window panes,my eyes reflected. Giuseppe Gillespie – September 2021
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I quickly learned that when bringing up any outstanding problems…
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