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Coming down

I took his picture and folded his body in half and placed him in the back pocket of my blue jeans. It's been a year

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Ghost of Isfahan

As the wheels hit the ground beneath me, my heart skipped a beat. I watched as the smog-ridden metropolis closed in around me that once

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Blessed by bademjan

What was with her! I only wanted to mend that tiff we got into four months ago about this restaurant tab thing! Hey we both

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Perhaps or maybe

It's still the Thirtieth, but only a few more minutes left and the new day will begin. Time is running out, and soon I will

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An hour later

We had a delightful conversation a few days ago. That Friday I made shit at work, and I was in a terrible mood, of course,

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