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toes touch preening green brushing bushing basil smelled of sweetest scents summer in the morning sunshine in a teardrop cicadas in the moon-glow nicotine nights, tobacco tearing teeth insects breeding ringing sound picasso floats within the tall oaks boring beetles breaching dead birch death-strokes sounding like your voice mirrors filled with portraits i do not know.
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Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 1:30 AM UTC
breaching dead birch
toes touch preening green brushing bushing basil smelled of sweetest scents summer in the morning sunshine in a teardrop cicadas in the moon-glow nicotine nights, tobacco tearing teeth insects breeding ringing sound picasso floats within the tall oaks boring beetles breaching dead birch death-strokes sounding like your voice mirrors filled with portraits i do not know.
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Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 1:30 AM UTC
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