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Semi-automatic eyelids flicker, Backdrops glare through thick black lines. Fast forward tracks on silver halide, Detail removed, spoiled by light. A scene defected as clarity hides. Rib-cage rattle engine backfire; A marble rotates on the edge of a knife. Three-hundred bodies drift by aligned: All voices unify into a singular baritone Outfits blur like the traffic at night. Cloud cover grows, the audience subsides Calmness prevails, relaxing your mind Shoulders sink to back to a perch A low ISO repairs the flooding of light Each silhouette regains its detail As passers by regain their autonomy A low ISO repairs the flooding of light Each silhouette regaining its detail Sweat stops pouring from over your brow Conjoined voices become conversations Clouds cover cracks as the day drifts by A marble taps the brickwork below As vertical beams shoot from the sky Get back to your feet, pray to the night.
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Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 7:30 AM UTC
Where were you when you heard?
Semi-automatic eyelids flicker, Backdrops glare through thick black lines. Fast forward tracks on silver halide, Detail removed, spoiled by light. A scene defected as clarity hides. Rib-cage rattle engine backfire; A marble rotates on the edge of a knife. Three-hundred bodies drift by aligned: All voices unify into a singular baritone Outfits blur like the traffic at night. Cloud cover grows, the audience subsides Calmness prevails, relaxing your mind Shoulders sink to back to a perch A low ISO repairs the flooding of light Each silhouette regains its detail As passers by regain their autonomy A low ISO repairs the flooding of light Each silhouette regaining its detail Sweat stops pouring from over your brow Conjoined voices become conversations Clouds cover cracks as the day drifts by A marble taps the brickwork below As vertical beams shoot from the sky Get back to your feet, pray to the night.
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Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 7:30 AM UTC
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