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Aug 2014
Having races brings me back to running rainbows
Jumping over dogs and pancakes
Shadows stretching beyond computers
Is it my imagination, or did the grass run home?
We are empty aluminium shining in the snow
This is how we eat 1000 GB of soil and lyrics.
We are not,
yet we are
reaching out to grab the tables
Believe it or not, this makes perfect sense in many ways.
Ellie Geneve
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Ellie Geneve
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