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When you mistake bugs crawling on a white, blank sheet for ink blots, or dark stains, It's just like when the stars you see in the pitch black sky move, and turn into planes.
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Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 9:11 AM UTC
Night sheet. Bugs/Planes.
When you mistake bugs crawling on a white, blank sheet for ink blots, or dark stains, It's just like when the stars you see in the pitch black sky move, and turn into planes.
Written walking how from work at night, in Canterbury, Autumn 2016.
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Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 9:11 AM UTC
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