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it's night now and events have stopped. Stillness evades the froth of evening calm leather moves none under the fabric. This home -- older than our world -- flushed with wisdom -- flushed with glee -- flushed with the violent storm of transience and correction -- eyesight jiggled and adjusted for new intentions -- meaning frisked for rocks on a Boeing -- it's night now and events have stopped. you have stopped. I have stopped.
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Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC
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it's night now and events have stopped. Stillness evades the froth of evening calm leather moves none under the fabric. This home -- older than our world -- flushed with wisdom -- flushed with glee -- flushed with the violent storm of transience and correction -- eyesight jiggled and adjusted for new intentions -- meaning frisked for rocks on a Boeing -- it's night now and events have stopped. you have stopped. I have stopped.
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Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC
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