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i see technicolour but mostly violet slopped across the walls in polygon inlays as the bulb from above casts a glare across bare walls like a nuclear winter, i huddle beneath the coverless duvet trying to breathe life into sentence fragments as a freight train tears up the blackened skyline and with morning, this will be a memory too
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Feb 22, 2010
Feb 22, 2010 at 11:42 AM UTC
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i see technicolour but mostly violet slopped across the walls in polygon inlays as the bulb from above casts a glare across bare walls like a nuclear winter, i huddle beneath the coverless duvet trying to breathe life into sentence fragments as a freight train tears up the blackened skyline and with morning, this will be a memory too
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Feb 22, 2010
Feb 22, 2010 at 11:42 AM UTC
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