Anthony Antonetti

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I’m like a coin constantly f lipping—heads, tails, heads, tails, heads, tails, heads, tails—like someone tossed me into the air to settle something once and for all but didn’t catch me, and now I’m falling into an abyss, unable to see what will come up when I land.
History Is All You Left Me
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