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a car hums as the sun wakes a new day. a move with a list of numbers. they draw a truck. clothes, books, bed, music, electronic accessories another room with skyscrapers a balcony looking down another stranger to unfold to keep things from flowing over a cliff in a hidden forest of charred trunks crunching footsteps bushwalkers are still & squirrel their screens away from the canopy eyes safe from cacophony tentative steps tread upon worn pathways a new source of food a *** simmers infusing flavours held & prepared a plate with irregular patterns the harbour stretches underneath a path unwalked another horizon
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Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 10:09 PM UTC
New Horizon
a car hums as the sun wakes a new day. a move with a list of numbers. they draw a truck. clothes, books, bed, music, electronic accessories another room with skyscrapers a balcony looking down another stranger to unfold to keep things from flowing over a cliff in a hidden forest of charred trunks crunching footsteps bushwalkers are still & squirrel their screens away from the canopy eyes safe from cacophony tentative steps tread upon worn pathways a new source of food a *** simmers infusing flavours held & prepared a plate with irregular patterns the harbour stretches underneath a path unwalked another horizon
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Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 10:09 PM UTC
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