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A circle of faucets -dousing its interior with emotions both false and sincere- flooding outside the four corners of this plastered room A literal and perpetual flooding -of undefined and undermined thoughts of constructivism- coursing through the alleyways of the tiled flooring A haughty idealism floored and trampled -buried deep beneath the cheapened underlying concrete- back to vulnerable piping to spout out of voracious spouts In the end it's a cycle of tactile emotions coming from the circle of faucets itself.
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Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 7:46 AM UTC
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A circle of faucets -dousing its interior with emotions both false and sincere- flooding outside the four corners of this plastered room A literal and perpetual flooding -of undefined and undermined thoughts of constructivism- coursing through the alleyways of the tiled flooring A haughty idealism floored and trampled -buried deep beneath the cheapened underlying concrete- back to vulnerable piping to spout out of voracious spouts In the end it's a cycle of tactile emotions coming from the circle of faucets itself.
I just need to let this out. I know it's abrupt but this is what feels right.
BrixArtan
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Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 7:46 AM UTC
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