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Vacationers huddle on tour -history of a statue- I'm not so different from they-- Watcher in a foreign land. Shift my shape to grow to my seat. A student laughs, kisses her boy -were I not so different from they-- It could be sunny, if not for the clouds. Though, I suppose it could be raining. Leaves lilting, to and fro, Organic matter, decomposing.
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Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 8:37 PM UTC
In the Park
Vacationers huddle on tour -history of a statue- I'm not so different from they-- Watcher in a foreign land. Shift my shape to grow to my seat. A student laughs, kisses her boy -were I not so different from they-- It could be sunny, if not for the clouds. Though, I suppose it could be raining. Leaves lilting, to and fro, Organic matter, decomposing.
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20/M/New York
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 8:37 PM UTC
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