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encapsulating my face as i walk down main street a web that catches butterflies for me to devour tonight while everyone is dreaming the sun exists there all around me illuminating every separate piece the grass-blade the bypasser the pavement crack a perfectly pieced puzzle -i must be the shadow here- an outlier an oddity the light spares me today it will come again when there is less to wonder about more to know suppose you find me here shadow and all i would say here is not what you are looking for you cannot scare this away and certainly it is not able to be subsumed resigned toleration is all but even that is unwanted pay no mind to the dismality of my sanity be on your way stop and smell the pungent odors of the pyrus calleryana the sky is not flat today the air, not stifling make it merry (if you'd like) there is nothing tragic about synergy
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Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 11:03 PM UTC
i, the accessory, and you, the accessorizer,
encapsulating my face as i walk down main street a web that catches butterflies for me to devour tonight while everyone is dreaming the sun exists there all around me illuminating every separate piece the grass-blade the bypasser the pavement crack a perfectly pieced puzzle -i must be the shadow here- an outlier an oddity the light spares me today it will come again when there is less to wonder about more to know suppose you find me here shadow and all i would say here is not what you are looking for you cannot scare this away and certainly it is not able to be subsumed resigned toleration is all but even that is unwanted pay no mind to the dismality of my sanity be on your way stop and smell the pungent odors of the pyrus calleryana the sky is not flat today the air, not stifling make it merry (if you'd like) there is nothing tragic about synergy
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alavandala
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 11:03 PM UTC
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