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My blurry valentine
You want a little St. Valentine's romance? You're gonna get it wrapped in gauze, a slow jam re-engineered from false memory, marinading in a rainy dream and spooning your ears in a subdued restlessness. And you're not going to fuss over the incomprehensible voices, because you know the sweet cooing swirls would drop out of the air under clarifying lights.
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