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At night signs beside the road guide us home. A backward glance in the mirror lists the household chores to do. On the open road a rush of wind and rubbed out stain seem like the remains of a speeding car. Please save us from this fate. Recalls moments stood with a music stand and violin. Joined as one mind and body vibrating air high treble clef. Cats eyes receive us and keep away men in long black coats. Although this is a local run they are always adding roads, so you could easily take the wrong turning. And find yourself lost.
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Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 1:11 AM UTC
Journey
At night signs beside the road guide us home. A backward glance in the mirror lists the household chores to do. On the open road a rush of wind and rubbed out stain seem like the remains of a speeding car. Please save us from this fate. Recalls moments stood with a music stand and violin. Joined as one mind and body vibrating air high treble clef. Cats eyes receive us and keep away men in long black coats. Although this is a local run they are always adding roads, so you could easily take the wrong turning. And find yourself lost.
Tried to take a routine activity and turn it inside out.
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Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 1:11 AM UTC
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