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with cupped hands i chase this beautiful orange sunset to the ends of the earth, as the universe grudgingly makes other plans. here, manhattanhenge calls! fallen red maple leaves neuters a virus, but only after many stolen dreams and lives, now time’s scars fill the contours an iridologist’s tools don’t lie her love for me, never shy but as i lie on the bed of the cosmic serpent, i smile, knowing time’s true turn and with it, life, love, death and dreams © 2023
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Aug 5, 2023
Aug 5, 2023 at 10:57 AM UTC
manhattanhenge
with cupped hands i chase this beautiful orange sunset to the ends of the earth, as the universe grudgingly makes other plans. here, manhattanhenge calls! fallen red maple leaves neuters a virus, but only after many stolen dreams and lives, now time’s scars fill the contours an iridologist’s tools don’t lie her love for me, never shy but as i lie on the bed of the cosmic serpent, i smile, knowing time’s true turn and with it, life, love, death and dreams © 2023
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Aug 5, 2023
Aug 5, 2023 at 10:57 AM UTC
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