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Jan 27
beats are pulsing through lit eyes
that see amber
coated in a hand
that looks like honey
underneath the
yellow streetlights
a small head sticks out a
moving car window
on a still darkened evening
the only sound the
soft wind
and
the endless haunting unknown
"Everything Blue" from "Fauxllennium" gave me this one.
Foogle
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