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rust growing on rods
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crossing
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and as her shutter clicked, the past came flooding over her into my lens
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afterglow
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To The Skies! For Glory!
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the Architecture of Doom
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Houston, We Have Heaven.
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The Hidden Corners of Vegas Have Million Dollar Souls
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things; permanently temporary.