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Worn shoes reverberate off the the time riddled sidewalk. So many steps, impressions, connotations; All similar but singular. Straight lines cut and dash, but their destination is predetermined. Together, yet, alone. The tree leaves create dips of cool compression; made of quasi forms, flowing with rivers of chlorophyll, but, still, diametric in standard. I'm encompassed by all, but amidst none.
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Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 4:24 AM UTC
Amidst None
Worn shoes reverberate off the the time riddled sidewalk. So many steps, impressions, connotations; All similar but singular. Straight lines cut and dash, but their destination is predetermined. Together, yet, alone. The tree leaves create dips of cool compression; made of quasi forms, flowing with rivers of chlorophyll, but, still, diametric in standard. I'm encompassed by all, but amidst none.
MichaelWalker
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Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 4:24 AM UTC
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