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The night hath fallen and I frantically search the forest floor for tracks of my accomplice under a pale moonface smiling through opaque canopies I hysterically amass twigs and brush and assemble a beacon fire SOS SOS SOS alone and detached I take comfort in the trees spinning yarn telling acorn to oak parables counting their rings of ancient times I build bunkers from birch bark WAIT WAIT WAIT if not for my accomplice's return I shall find peace and solitude away from savage beasts who dwell in city centres
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Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC
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The night hath fallen and I frantically search the forest floor for tracks of my accomplice under a pale moonface smiling through opaque canopies I hysterically amass twigs and brush and assemble a beacon fire SOS SOS SOS alone and detached I take comfort in the trees spinning yarn telling acorn to oak parables counting their rings of ancient times I build bunkers from birch bark WAIT WAIT WAIT if not for my accomplice's return I shall find peace and solitude away from savage beasts who dwell in city centres
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Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC
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