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caught inside agenda and pressured by hysteria terror catches at throat, mimicked by an echoed note. smoked-out-in-columns-of-purgatory, why is that? Noise pierced the air and sat at rail-road crossings, walking back to old fashion-- country inns -out of- a rainstorm's wind. wandered the point to follow, the hollow that swallows tomorrow and i saw myself be-musing way stations and caught a ticket, -back- to apathy.
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 1:37 PM UTC
the wayside
caught inside agenda and pressured by hysteria terror catches at throat, mimicked by an echoed note. smoked-out-in-columns-of-purgatory, why is that? Noise pierced the air and sat at rail-road crossings, walking back to old fashion-- country inns -out of- a rainstorm's wind. wandered the point to follow, the hollow that swallows tomorrow and i saw myself be-musing way stations and caught a ticket, -back- to apathy.
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 1:37 PM UTC
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