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Perched against a grey wall underneath an open window is where to find me whoever may be searching Frogs croak outside the only light that can be seen comes from neighbors porch lights whoever may be looking There's nothing to see this late sounds of passing planes echo through heavy clouds imagine being a passenger against a smaller window thousands of miles above mine Experiencing the same view from a different perspective The cool breeze and stale electric hums may appear insignificant but they refuse to go unnoticed to whoever may be searching
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May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC
Loud noises break silence
Perched against a grey wall underneath an open window is where to find me whoever may be searching Frogs croak outside the only light that can be seen comes from neighbors porch lights whoever may be looking There's nothing to see this late sounds of passing planes echo through heavy clouds imagine being a passenger against a smaller window thousands of miles above mine Experiencing the same view from a different perspective The cool breeze and stale electric hums may appear insignificant but they refuse to go unnoticed to whoever may be searching
Metakosmia
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May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC
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