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Skimming and scanning the grammar of the riverbank’s brown leaf, new shoot syntax a bold type wren, like the old bouncing ball of singalongs, led my eye to read the waterline and yet I still couldn’t discern if smiles or tears were written while the branch tips still scribed
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Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 9:21 AM UTC
Reading the riverbank
Skimming and scanning the grammar of the riverbank’s brown leaf, new shoot syntax a bold type wren, like the old bouncing ball of singalongs, led my eye to read the waterline and yet I still couldn’t discern if smiles or tears were written while the branch tips still scribed
drunkenkind
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Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 9:21 AM UTC
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