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A frameless door. Staggering in its height. Shallow in its dull colourful haze. A bottle of emptiness. Hiding behind its shattered glass. Speaking in voices only the unfamiliar can understand. A lid closing all lightness. Foreseeing only the darkness. Staring eyes. Staring out of a windowless window. Picking green from ripened soil. Avoiding contact. Leaving all the importance. Speaking in whispers. Closing the empty barrel.
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Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 5:08 PM UTC
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A frameless door. Staggering in its height. Shallow in its dull colourful haze. A bottle of emptiness. Hiding behind its shattered glass. Speaking in voices only the unfamiliar can understand. A lid closing all lightness. Foreseeing only the darkness. Staring eyes. Staring out of a windowless window. Picking green from ripened soil. Avoiding contact. Leaving all the importance. Speaking in whispers. Closing the empty barrel.
Helenshash
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Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 5:08 PM UTC
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