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Hands stretched out, society's crucifixion. Cheeks glowing, the sun's smile lingers. The wind's silken touch, Gossamer's embrace. Pebbles, beckon on the cliff below. Toes at the ready, curl in, step out. Gossamer takes flight, slipping fast. Pebbles, wrong. the sun scolds. the meadow disappears. The daffodil plucked, the grass unchanged. a lone spot, unearthed. the pebbles embrace.
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Jul 10, 2011
Jul 10, 2011 at 5:10 PM UTC
I dream of meadows.
Hands stretched out, society's crucifixion. Cheeks glowing, the sun's smile lingers. The wind's silken touch, Gossamer's embrace. Pebbles, beckon on the cliff below. Toes at the ready, curl in, step out. Gossamer takes flight, slipping fast. Pebbles, wrong. the sun scolds. the meadow disappears. The daffodil plucked, the grass unchanged. a lone spot, unearthed. the pebbles embrace.
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Jul 10, 2011
Jul 10, 2011 at 5:10 PM UTC
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