she passes
through me,
as if we're
strangers–
with fading
memories.—time machine
chronicles.
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she passes
through me,
as if we're
strangers–
with fading
memories.—time machine
chronicles.
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she passes
through me,
as if we're
strangers–
with fading
memories.—time machine
chronicles.