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While The Clock Hands Tango

Petals of paper for a stature svelte. An opxum core. Swindling willow waltz upon a stage. Tethered by the same roots. A lusty moon, an ascending tide. Longing lovers without passports. Army of emerald soldiers seduced by ruby gypsies. Ashen by a kiss. Clumsy hearts vitrified - never worn on sleeves. Await a hummingbird.
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Apr 18, 2016
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#time#nature#clock#paper#willow#poppies#petals#waltz#roots#opium
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