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12:42 a.m. - 2006-07-12 a limp grey knot of cloth drips in the sun and when its dry its tired it feels over-wrung it never spreads out properly. a little flame would set it alight and it would fly in billowing smoke, a little wind would carry it up and it would be gone up in smoke." my face in the window peering out the sky is grey with heavy clouds
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