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ear to the tracks the throb of another ghost train an answer screaming hissing a pantomime snake slithering along a trapeze in a costume of the question Sophia Loren an invasion closing in with an army of drowned sardines it may go around or its cargo could be small and not that dangerous but that risk is for the passing of a comet a great injunction or the birth of a new universe with more empty seats on its buses call it back back to the canneries tomorrow is a new day with moon beams and ships bouncing with chances but today is today and the snake has started drinking.
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Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 8:36 AM UTC
moon beams
ear to the tracks the throb of another ghost train an answer screaming hissing a pantomime snake slithering along a trapeze in a costume of the question Sophia Loren an invasion closing in with an army of drowned sardines it may go around or its cargo could be small and not that dangerous but that risk is for the passing of a comet a great injunction or the birth of a new universe with more empty seats on its buses call it back back to the canneries tomorrow is a new day with moon beams and ships bouncing with chances but today is today and the snake has started drinking.
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Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 8:36 AM UTC
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