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Dec 2016
Exhibition devoted to relativity
Looks like it could be genetic and luck
Experts believe it's not repressed
Rescuers evacuated

Such an animal
Soft
We make attempts in a single field placement

Because there in nothing to language
It becomes as simple as a beacon of eternal
Wake up the body the mind will follow home
Spend sometime within half an apocalypse
Otherwise live lives of the ordinary

We are green and private
The breakfasts and feasts of each other
They being sweet and fresh coffee with spices
Closer to the light
Compatibility is so little simply become the window

Set fire
Creating the edge
All absolutely somehow magnetically mythical
This stolen memory surfaced
Neurons sacrificing is the process of forgetting
This time is local association
Remembering is asphyxiation

If it is comfortable
Heat the impression
Then they shall come for you
Otherwise it is a Winter morning

At the entrance time is new and can be branches
Seasons can procrastinate too
Take advantage of every day

That is the forest of approach
Some outweighed by different states of transmit
We were lost even just reversed versions of ourselves
Confused in a network
In which lover is theater

Adopted in the desert I do not addition to this quiet
my favorite light
Falter not in daydreams
A place of stumbling
Paradoxing lost and found
In early morning
Different style approach. Been reading too many existentialism books.
Reformed Stream of Consciousness. About knowing yourself and questioning love.
Mosaic
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Mosaic  United States
(United States)   
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   Keith Wilson
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