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funny about the walls we built        during hours spent digging up         crazy things we all felt          made up out of garbage.           why could nobody stop the war           when it climbed into their screens?     when everyone's favorite thing turned off      you could see the sky flickering for miles.                that day was my favourite day.                it stood still against the bright                  blue backdrop and you could              hear the angels taking pictures             on their smartphones laughing                 about how foolish we were                     for believing in them.                   back then I didn't know                how to look at all the walls                    building up on the earth           or at the angels with smartphones.            but now it sorta feels like maybe           I've found a place to be near them                by trains in the union yard               in the streets walking slowly                    and at home with my feet          burried underneath the ***** dishes                 laughing about how foolish                            I am to believe.
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Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 1:10 PM UTC
callitriche
funny about the walls we built        during hours spent digging up         crazy things we all felt          made up out of garbage.           why could nobody stop the war           when it climbed into their screens?     when everyone's favorite thing turned off      you could see the sky flickering for miles.                that day was my favourite day.                it stood still against the bright                  blue backdrop and you could              hear the angels taking pictures             on their smartphones laughing                 about how foolish we were                     for believing in them.                   back then I didn't know                how to look at all the walls                    building up on the earth           or at the angels with smartphones.            but now it sorta feels like maybe           I've found a place to be near them                by trains in the union yard               in the streets walking slowly                    and at home with my feet          burried underneath the ***** dishes                 laughing about how foolish                            I am to believe.
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Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 1:10 PM UTC
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