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the horizon was a painting i saw its blurried lines today erased with the flick of a wrist repainted with the color grey was it an ilusion? or was it just me? seeing what i wanted to see a world of my own to recreate to mold, to shape, to paint everything beautifuly unfinished everything tragically unmoving am i the horizon?
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Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC
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the horizon was a painting i saw its blurried lines today erased with the flick of a wrist repainted with the color grey was it an ilusion? or was it just me? seeing what i wanted to see a world of my own to recreate to mold, to shape, to paint everything beautifuly unfinished everything tragically unmoving am i the horizon?
i think i might be
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Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC
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