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streets close off telling work to go home its role is finished today white dresses dance in circles filtered through formal lenses where naked eyes lose their focus lips and words fail to meet and conjure up some magic breathing in old silence unmasking beautiful faces to deliver melancholic confessions where truths and dreams go their own ways in the lack of an answer or waiting for the perfunctory reply it’s easier to lower ambition when the chance ceases to exist when language fit for a letter is lost in the passage of time in leaving the thought behind the almost gasping for air loneliness proves its burden the heavy that wants to be comfortable
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Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 12:54 PM UTC
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streets close off telling work to go home its role is finished today white dresses dance in circles filtered through formal lenses where naked eyes lose their focus lips and words fail to meet and conjure up some magic breathing in old silence unmasking beautiful faces to deliver melancholic confessions where truths and dreams go their own ways in the lack of an answer or waiting for the perfunctory reply it’s easier to lower ambition when the chance ceases to exist when language fit for a letter is lost in the passage of time in leaving the thought behind the almost gasping for air loneliness proves its burden the heavy that wants to be comfortable
james-leggett
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Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 12:54 PM UTC
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