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Now and again my eyes film over with the thought of autumn, or summer, or someone I used to know.

Many things have been lost. There are many more to come.

In the end, you'll be there... at a thin spot... listening to the sound of my voice. It will carry over the wind and the electric whine of metal on metal.

Mirrors and machines... it's all the same design.

Performance and passion, veracity, lust...
Enhancements, assassins, audacity

Dust












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