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The inability to quit anything for good.

Dream I'm lying on the roof of a canal boat floating on black green oil water. mildew smell of empty pint glasses discarded along the banks, wet in the cold chaos of early morning. Rise and fall at the locks and spillways. Drifting like a living pyre over the boundaries between the continents of Earth. Dreaming of never speaking to you again and not noticing.

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