Near Matches
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she was just the dry smell of gasoline
Beauty in gasoline puddle rainbow, oh beauty in {blank}
nodeshells that could never be satisfactorily filled
Gas can seeks box of matches
to be denied of a tiny heaven
If you watch the sunset everyday, you will live forever
His smartphone lay in the road, its screen locked with music still playing through the earbuds.
she had already found her party
Wake me up if you still want me
a man who had fallen among thieves
Solo Piano
Thinking myself in circles
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