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© 2025 Erik Mirren. This site hosts the author's work, and his texts may be shared on social media or other platforms, always and only under the name Erik Mirren, and never attributed to anyone else. Images and visual content are excluded from any use.
© 2025 Erik Mirren. This site hosts the author's work, and his texts may be shared on social media or other platforms, always and only under the name Erik Mirren, and never attributed to anyone else. Images and visual content are excluded from any use.
© 2025 Erik Mirren. This site hosts the author's work, and his texts may be shared on social media or other platforms, always and only under the name Erik Mirren, and never attributed to anyone else. Images and visual content are excluded from any use.
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Alright, lean in. My calendar's a smoky haze, sometimes packed tighter than a New York City subway at rush hour, sometimes empty as a forgotten bourbon glass. But make no mistake: every whisper you send into the dark will get its answer. When my clock, or hell it self, says so. Time, see, that's the only debt I truly honor.
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© 2025 Erik Mirren. This site hosts the author's work, and his texts may be shared on social media or other platforms, always and only under the name Erik Mirren, and never attributed to anyone else. Images and visual content are excluded from any use.