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"THE AGE OF BLOOM" the evening is busy growing the garden the grass works tirelessly at its quotidian task only time seems asleep silence casts a long shadow leaving it to evening to hurry along a tree’s leaves and to shade in a sky with a blue blackness making a night that fits together bit by bit supplying just enough gravity for an apple to fall into the lap of the classical statue the flowers practice their colours like actresses waiting in the wings the stars craok every frog - a ventriloquist the white statue laughs unashamed of its ****** as are the lovers
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Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 6:24 PM UTC
THE AGE OF BLOOM
"THE AGE OF BLOOM" the evening is busy growing the garden the grass works tirelessly at its quotidian task only time seems asleep silence casts a long shadow leaving it to evening to hurry along a tree’s leaves and to shade in a sky with a blue blackness making a night that fits together bit by bit supplying just enough gravity for an apple to fall into the lap of the classical statue the flowers practice their colours like actresses waiting in the wings the stars craok every frog - a ventriloquist the white statue laughs unashamed of its ****** as are the lovers
donall-dempsey
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Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 6:24 PM UTC
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