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wandering is nothing but distracting. the pace is rhythm making and recalling music and verse until eyes focus on juxtaposed man with club foot and pan bottom black eyes. discordant dismissed song they're not always there , breaking, when wandering . the percussion stops in crowds . Revery then a swarm consciousness of street starlings part one mind part mindful of pickpocketing magpies one can always leave spin the record back and step on as just you. wandering about in rhythms is a mercy from deadlines. a must have time to pace to when you have no destination.
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Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 5:23 PM UTC
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wandering is nothing but distracting. the pace is rhythm making and recalling music and verse until eyes focus on juxtaposed man with club foot and pan bottom black eyes. discordant dismissed song they're not always there , breaking, when wandering . the percussion stops in crowds . Revery then a swarm consciousness of street starlings part one mind part mindful of pickpocketing magpies one can always leave spin the record back and step on as just you. wandering about in rhythms is a mercy from deadlines. a must have time to pace to when you have no destination.
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Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 5:23 PM UTC
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