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crimson flutters down in beads in rhythmic hymns tangling themselves like slipknots or messy hair on Sunday afternoons when sunlight floods living rooms and porches and drips off shingles it continues down a pale forearm in patterns neat straight lines like lines on asphalt; uncrossable. when the hymns cease - silent psalms begin and bathe in cold streams. streams turn to lakes, still, and warm as death.
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Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 10:11 PM UTC
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crimson flutters down in beads in rhythmic hymns tangling themselves like slipknots or messy hair on Sunday afternoons when sunlight floods living rooms and porches and drips off shingles it continues down a pale forearm in patterns neat straight lines like lines on asphalt; uncrossable. when the hymns cease - silent psalms begin and bathe in cold streams. streams turn to lakes, still, and warm as death.
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Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 10:11 PM UTC
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