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isn't it funny how we can now identify rivers from the air i see colored squares of grass living beneath this metal machine a vantage point that humans sought from birds we were always searching for flight formulas or aiming slingshots toward the stars maybe writing songs for the gods sweet melodic pleas so we could levitate- separate into angel dust precipitation- sweaty droplets of liquefied soul drowning the mississippi in pulls of poison from my past lives' organs the very air that dares to guard the rain contains all of the oxygen those bodies had smoked to stay awake
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Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 1:09 AM UTC
thoughts on death at 39,000 ft (clouds as disassembled souls)
isn't it funny how we can now identify rivers from the air i see colored squares of grass living beneath this metal machine a vantage point that humans sought from birds we were always searching for flight formulas or aiming slingshots toward the stars maybe writing songs for the gods sweet melodic pleas so we could levitate- separate into angel dust precipitation- sweaty droplets of liquefied soul drowning the mississippi in pulls of poison from my past lives' organs the very air that dares to guard the rain contains all of the oxygen those bodies had smoked to stay awake
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Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 1:09 AM UTC
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