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Sonder through suburbia, Distort reflections in the glass, Slow the frame rate on the film, Saccadic masking, bridge the gap. Focus closer, narrowing aperture See cerulean wondering past Heart murmur, tempo change The choreographer sits back. Rigor mortis sit's deep behind A clock-tower's frozen hands Obscured, in the clouds above A backdrop of smog and ash. First printed, never copied Light swamps the negative. Lucidity - luxury of the present Rarely present in the past. As the hanging shadow lifts The clock-face remains steadfast Witness hands skip a beat, Background characters advance. Step after step, strangers move along; Each vivid moment lost in sepia But she, the blue eyed girl glances Back at you, frozen, stiff, aghast.
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Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 8:50 AM UTC
Iris Cerulean
Sonder through suburbia, Distort reflections in the glass, Slow the frame rate on the film, Saccadic masking, bridge the gap. Focus closer, narrowing aperture See cerulean wondering past Heart murmur, tempo change The choreographer sits back. Rigor mortis sit's deep behind A clock-tower's frozen hands Obscured, in the clouds above A backdrop of smog and ash. First printed, never copied Light swamps the negative. Lucidity - luxury of the present Rarely present in the past. As the hanging shadow lifts The clock-face remains steadfast Witness hands skip a beat, Background characters advance. Step after step, strangers move along; Each vivid moment lost in sepia But she, the blue eyed girl glances Back at you, frozen, stiff, aghast.
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Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 8:50 AM UTC
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