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A young boy had just dove off the roof of his house, the moment I caught sight of two maple trees wrestling with each other in the orange mists of a teenage sneeze, in which their bed of flowers caught the boys fall, in the warm sheets prepared by the nurse disguised as this autumn breeze. There were of course hallucinations played out in the mind while on September stilts! © Matthew Goff
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Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 10:18 AM UTC
A young boy...
A young boy had just dove off the roof of his house, the moment I caught sight of two maple trees wrestling with each other in the orange mists of a teenage sneeze, in which their bed of flowers caught the boys fall, in the warm sheets prepared by the nurse disguised as this autumn breeze. There were of course hallucinations played out in the mind while on September stilts! © Matthew Goff
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Nov 30, 2017 at 10:18 AM UTC
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