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The absence of air weighs on the ever expanding universe but ever expanding into what? Into my mothers coffee cup? Into an outdated chemistry textbook as old as I am? Into a hollowed ostrich egg? Into impossible space An unoccupied place that cant exist where nothing is noted and flustered frames don't move a moth wont fly a blank wall that hasn't been built yet and nothing blossoms, for there is no light
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Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 10:59 AM UTC
Milk Witch
The absence of air weighs on the ever expanding universe but ever expanding into what? Into my mothers coffee cup? Into an outdated chemistry textbook as old as I am? Into a hollowed ostrich egg? Into impossible space An unoccupied place that cant exist where nothing is noted and flustered frames don't move a moth wont fly a blank wall that hasn't been built yet and nothing blossoms, for there is no light
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Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 10:59 AM UTC
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