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I feel like I should write you.
It's rather harder than I ever expected.
Even my fingers are numb at these keys.
not limber
I am erasing typos right and left.
I miss you.
I am at work - stoned off of the lonliest man in the world's pot. Feeling like if I could WILL him into laughing and to being ok and being young - I could.
Feeling that it was not time.
That moment was diffused.
Glimmers though.
of course.
but you.
ever you.
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