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May 2018
But it's 3am, I captured the changes of advantage points in you.

This was not planned. You view the beautiful skyline above, when all I see is blue. Seeing through the naked eye occured rarely, with reflected risk.

Time is a mechanic, it still orbits our imaginations.
Written by
Sharon Knipe  17/F/Perth
(17/F/Perth)   
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       Temporal Fugue, Lila and Heart of Silver
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