Filthy and fine, you’re like wine.


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“do you look at your life?” i thought
everyone did – but do you
make eyes at your own history? where
are the moments that are stories within themselves?
rarely have we written ourselves down – and why?
even our triumphs are marred by mundanity.
still, it is an inimitable existence
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