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sandcastle doorways;

Throwing smoke at scarlet monocles, roots grow from the inhospitable grounds, temperature flush, heart beat quicken, rep tulips, burnt rose petals, hunted by time, mischief drought, we choke. we drown. Callused is history, in a rock on a thought.

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Published: Nov 28, 2012
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