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Too many birds call in the morning. Refuse to know their name and then, nothing matters. A rockslide slides up a mountain and down your throat- can't breathe when the airs so thin you'd think the trees stopped giving oxygen Aspens stand and spit out too tall for their kind.
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Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 1:09 AM UTC
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Too many birds call in the morning. Refuse to know their name and then, nothing matters. A rockslide slides up a mountain and down your throat- can't breathe when the airs so thin you'd think the trees stopped giving oxygen Aspens stand and spit out too tall for their kind.
Inspired by the natural and beautifully claustrophobic Pike National Forest
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Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 1:09 AM UTC
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