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Towards the hill Where the sun rises Ends curl up Eager petals unfurl Awaiting the daily process Fragments Have fallen upon this vessel Letters have become shy Tucking themselves Between these thin blue lines Color leeches out Imagery that was once used Finds another place to be Peeling itself Off of this screen
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May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 11:43 PM UTC
Gray Frame
Towards the hill Where the sun rises Ends curl up Eager petals unfurl Awaiting the daily process Fragments Have fallen upon this vessel Letters have become shy Tucking themselves Between these thin blue lines Color leeches out Imagery that was once used Finds another place to be Peeling itself Off of this screen
Elizz
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May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 11:43 PM UTC
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