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while driving up the coast on rt. 101 the other day i happened to look out of the passenger window and saw this   weird patch of sea that was -still- and utterly p l  a c i   d. ebb and flow had become   static nebula mirror, penetrating the apparent blue sky lie; and my sad looking eyes, were, now, less observing: looking through   g l a s s melt and: my rotted heart composted forth the most beautiful lilies wi l t ing; its petals falling upward into the glinting red circle circled in the mirror below it.
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Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC
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while driving up the coast on rt. 101 the other day i happened to look out of the passenger window and saw this   weird patch of sea that was -still- and utterly p l  a c i   d. ebb and flow had become   static nebula mirror, penetrating the apparent blue sky lie; and my sad looking eyes, were, now, less observing: looking through   g l a s s melt and: my rotted heart composted forth the most beautiful lilies wi l t ing; its petals falling upward into the glinting red circle circled in the mirror below it.
dm micklow
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Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC
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