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liquid air is every where the cracks, your lids, my sinews a floating seed, can't find the need to ever settle down if there were snow, I wouldn't know or care to check the flurry it's summer and it's winter now; the sky is in no hurry
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Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 7:09 PM UTC
the flurry
liquid air is every where the cracks, your lids, my sinews a floating seed, can't find the need to ever settle down if there were snow, I wouldn't know or care to check the flurry it's summer and it's winter now; the sky is in no hurry
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Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 7:09 PM UTC
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