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Life is like a weather-man's parade, A spun-out ride of calamity, And, Causation, Such details lost like blue winds, In ever-green plateau's Or high desert mountains, All of the images, My mind displays, Are radiating, Yet transparently, Confining themselves, Into whatever isometric language, They deem fit
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Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 10:25 PM UTC
The Life
Life is like a weather-man's parade, A spun-out ride of calamity, And, Causation, Such details lost like blue winds, In ever-green plateau's Or high desert mountains, All of the images, My mind displays, Are radiating, Yet transparently, Confining themselves, Into whatever isometric language, They deem fit
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Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 10:25 PM UTC
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