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A breath possesses the sky and stifles thought. An angel wipes his halo clean with a cloth as a bird turns into the sun with his wings alight with gold. A feather glides gently, floating upon more than air. Something secret shifts. A bird is walking. The truths of all misery engraved into the face of a rain drop which falls in all directions and none.
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Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 11:40 AM UTC
A Bird Is Walking
A breath possesses the sky and stifles thought. An angel wipes his halo clean with a cloth as a bird turns into the sun with his wings alight with gold. A feather glides gently, floating upon more than air. Something secret shifts. A bird is walking. The truths of all misery engraved into the face of a rain drop which falls in all directions and none.
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20/M/Australia
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 11:40 AM UTC
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