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—helium along the tracks squished and turned copper sounding space scratch— a record when listened through some great machine where James Taylor always hits the high notes and matter explodes forming the heaviest gold—us always singing pennies. us, remnants kissing the core of aging stars.
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Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 10:35 AM UTC
A wash of blue diamonds
—helium along the tracks squished and turned copper sounding space scratch— a record when listened through some great machine where James Taylor always hits the high notes and matter explodes forming the heaviest gold—us always singing pennies. us, remnants kissing the core of aging stars.
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Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 10:35 AM UTC
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