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eyes closed and gently singing... miles of buildings playing musical lights with no one home. perched on a rooftop, the wind running her fingers through my hair. a child wild as ever, smirking indelibly at concrete modules splattered by their own brains. taking in deep breaths of quality alert air-- and puffing out a dragon's fraught column of fire. gotta light it up just to see straight, passed and through...make way, my scene. a sort of rough draft being smoothed out, you see... now i gotta **** half this city to work your energy out of me.
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Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 12:50 PM UTC
Musical Lights
eyes closed and gently singing... miles of buildings playing musical lights with no one home. perched on a rooftop, the wind running her fingers through my hair. a child wild as ever, smirking indelibly at concrete modules splattered by their own brains. taking in deep breaths of quality alert air-- and puffing out a dragon's fraught column of fire. gotta light it up just to see straight, passed and through...make way, my scene. a sort of rough draft being smoothed out, you see... now i gotta **** half this city to work your energy out of me.
Onoma
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Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 12:50 PM UTC
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