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Odd,
It's almost comforting?
Looking around, numbers, words...
It's strange to see,
your memories and the like...
They're almost closing in.
It's so empty of sound,
But what is it I hear?
Like the lightest kind of gravel.
Unknown (Poem from my Instagram)
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