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You don’t want it falls but it falls A disc of transparency made of glass-light rounds the curly airy towards a metropolitan valley where street lights continually dim below skyscraper clouds I jump to embody the   <no it’s not meant for you      no it’s not meant for me      no it’s not meant for  it      when       it’s not meant       for the catch>   kinda stuff the posture of a moment of the free fall of free will It was a dream or it was real.
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 5:42 AM UTC
Free Fall
You don’t want it falls but it falls A disc of transparency made of glass-light rounds the curly airy towards a metropolitan valley where street lights continually dim below skyscraper clouds I jump to embody the   <no it’s not meant for you      no it’s not meant for me      no it’s not meant for  it      when       it’s not meant       for the catch>   kinda stuff the posture of a moment of the free fall of free will It was a dream or it was real.
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 5:42 AM UTC
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