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the air seized it’s chance today screaming **** me!” and every seed burst obligingly in a torrent of stars and silken hope yet a mere quarter hence the deciduous mantle will slip, dowager dry and lentigo browned, to dance tiny pirouettes with devils of dust & grit amongst a litter of sepia confetti as summer’s rusted brides fall their contract fulfilled
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Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC
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the air seized it’s chance today screaming **** me!” and every seed burst obligingly in a torrent of stars and silken hope yet a mere quarter hence the deciduous mantle will slip, dowager dry and lentigo browned, to dance tiny pirouettes with devils of dust & grit amongst a litter of sepia confetti as summer’s rusted brides fall their contract fulfilled
+ In honour of all the cotton fluff filling the air today here’s a older reflection of a previous years event +
paul-sands
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Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC
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