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Handing out wings like they were portions of God this narrow asphalt made by architects of tourism movers of time and space reaching out like insane astronauts or genius heretics breathing our iodine becoming halogens the sky moves sideways dystrophic airwaves feeble beacons eerie radio silence here come more perils from the sky
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Sep 27, 2022
Sep 27, 2022 at 8:31 AM UTC
The Wreck of the Fairchild
Handing out wings like they were portions of God this narrow asphalt made by architects of tourism movers of time and space reaching out like insane astronauts or genius heretics breathing our iodine becoming halogens the sky moves sideways dystrophic airwaves feeble beacons eerie radio silence here come more perils from the sky
Carlo-C-Gomez
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56/M/The Exclusion Zone
Sep 27, 2022
Sep 27, 2022 at 8:31 AM UTC
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