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Steam rises from the blocks of industry beyond the immediate trees; a thin white veil cloaking the city like a bedsheet. And you waking, displacing your head about apathetically trying to light a smoke with sunlight - this linear love on a tangent, golden, some ornament. Everything up then falling each morning, with light tethered to the ceiling while you lay still dazed from dreaming, the day breaks unassuming.
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Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 10:46 AM UTC
Alva Street
Steam rises from the blocks of industry beyond the immediate trees; a thin white veil cloaking the city like a bedsheet. And you waking, displacing your head about apathetically trying to light a smoke with sunlight - this linear love on a tangent, golden, some ornament. Everything up then falling each morning, with light tethered to the ceiling while you lay still dazed from dreaming, the day breaks unassuming.
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Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 10:46 AM UTC
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