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chris vane
work
it turned out that we were ordinary
angst and I
angst and I | tryptch
playing with spaceships
most of what I am
another life | another place
more at ease with things than people
journeying
a frail promise | a fragile truth
eventually the metronome stills
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angst and I have been on first name terms for years
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