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  <title>Random Writings</title>
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  <description>&lt;span class=&quot;nfakPe&quot;&gt;Pensive&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;nfakPe&quot;&gt;Screams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crunching gravel bleeds the color of rocks beneath my traveling shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Remote gas stations have lost their interest in monopoly&apos;s jest, they humor me.&lt;br /&gt;Roads barren and hardly used speak their mind to me.&lt;br /&gt;A fall becomes me when I stop.&lt;br /&gt;I need to roll cigarettes and chew tobacco to be noticed here.&lt;br /&gt;The can on the counter is full of brown spit; flies swarm wild like&lt;br /&gt;carnivores with a taste for blood.&lt;br /&gt;The cashier doesn&apos;t seem to notice the formidable smell taking&lt;br /&gt;masterdom of the air.&lt;br /&gt;Her hair is pulled back with a black rubber band, I wince as I think&lt;br /&gt;of it being ripped out before bed.&lt;br /&gt;Her shirt is X large, I think to cover what she hopes is left of her&lt;br /&gt;self confidence&lt;br /&gt;eyes stare back at mine; their implication painful.&lt;br /&gt;Time won and time lost.&lt;br /&gt;Repeating...&lt;br /&gt;It ruined her soul</description>
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