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The darkest fields, an interlude to parallel sparkling, suspended watching eye upon vermilion sky -- like a harbored god pretended. Killing trees, roots eating deep, my father mercilessly alluded: branches high and branches wide found the sky and intruded.
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Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 5:01 PM UTC
The Darkest Fields
The darkest fields, an interlude to parallel sparkling, suspended watching eye upon vermilion sky -- like a harbored god pretended. Killing trees, roots eating deep, my father mercilessly alluded: branches high and branches wide found the sky and intruded.
joshua-haines
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26/M/American
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 5:01 PM UTC
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