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Hard brittle lights. Faked without heat. Hurts eyes driving home words. Finger sharp pointed pixels. crack sleep little. cold and floored glow of heat calls me giddy and on gentle pads I secure myself to a rapture of rest and a heart beat be love be love be love to fall away again under waxy light slowly burnishing my analogue world of slumbers shaken by distant call to rest glare of harsh blue white is softened by day. heat lifts and maintains fight back through bitter coffee. digits are soft coloured and in laundered whisper of emotional thrill as fortune and dreams call out softly let us g o
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Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 3:52 AM UTC
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Hard brittle lights. Faked without heat. Hurts eyes driving home words. Finger sharp pointed pixels. crack sleep little. cold and floored glow of heat calls me giddy and on gentle pads I secure myself to a rapture of rest and a heart beat be love be love be love to fall away again under waxy light slowly burnishing my analogue world of slumbers shaken by distant call to rest glare of harsh blue white is softened by day. heat lifts and maintains fight back through bitter coffee. digits are soft coloured and in laundered whisper of emotional thrill as fortune and dreams call out softly let us g o
mrquipty
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Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 3:52 AM UTC
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