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Some years now, it's been strange that we still long for that. You say you drag me into your private moments those sessions in the morning, I don't know what to say. What to do when castles crumble & walls tumble? Do the princes and kings build again or creep to hovels? Hilltops grow shallow and heads enfeebled a tiny break when that unwelcome pulse collides with things forbade. Quiet morning in reading, a silent house light avocado curtains lift, fresh breeze disciple in hot hiding, press a rolling orange. Dates close and birth on the cusp Who cracked the twenty tails? Poor sods. Two calls and the heart lurches, all older now.
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Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 6:12 PM UTC
the rolling orange
Some years now, it's been strange that we still long for that. You say you drag me into your private moments those sessions in the morning, I don't know what to say. What to do when castles crumble & walls tumble? Do the princes and kings build again or creep to hovels? Hilltops grow shallow and heads enfeebled a tiny break when that unwelcome pulse collides with things forbade. Quiet morning in reading, a silent house light avocado curtains lift, fresh breeze disciple in hot hiding, press a rolling orange. Dates close and birth on the cusp Who cracked the twenty tails? Poor sods. Two calls and the heart lurches, all older now.
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Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 6:12 PM UTC
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