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A shoeless man aboard an expedition into the unknown With overgrown nails bathing in warmth, Grasping a primordial camera, searching for focus Amidst an evermoving piece of land, Restricted to the callous one meter pane - All that he could ever call his own. Cautious gazing intertwined with Tapping feet and unkempt hair. As a poisonous addiction engulfs the air Of which he thinks he can breathe no more One last breath for the journey Home.
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Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 9:16 AM UTC
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A shoeless man aboard an expedition into the unknown With overgrown nails bathing in warmth, Grasping a primordial camera, searching for focus Amidst an evermoving piece of land, Restricted to the callous one meter pane - All that he could ever call his own. Cautious gazing intertwined with Tapping feet and unkempt hair. As a poisonous addiction engulfs the air Of which he thinks he can breathe no more One last breath for the journey Home.
AbnerRos
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Australia
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 9:16 AM UTC
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