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I run my hands across the landscape Transparent birds fill the skies Like clay my insides are hollowed out The echoes of a cave distant dripping
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Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 11:18 AM UTC
Distant Echoes
I run my hands across the landscape Transparent birds fill the skies Like clay my insides are hollowed out The echoes of a cave distant dripping
zuuzki
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Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 11:18 AM UTC
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