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The leaves drift down around the man- made contours curbside. As they ride the current, bellies up, skimming the surface like a school of dead fish, dully lulling in the orbit of the gutter; Disturbed by a porcelain drifter, she stutters under a dim street light, her feet unfold to the b a r c o d e symmetry. A silhouette of ethereal beauty when she turns to face he, et devient librement
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May 10, 2010
May 10, 2010 at 8:41 AM UTC
where two Ends meet.
The leaves drift down around the man- made contours curbside. As they ride the current, bellies up, skimming the surface like a school of dead fish, dully lulling in the orbit of the gutter; Disturbed by a porcelain drifter, she stutters under a dim street light, her feet unfold to the b a r c o d e symmetry. A silhouette of ethereal beauty when she turns to face he, et devient librement
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May 10, 2010 at 8:41 AM UTC
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