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An expansive downward world Folds into the distance Color and rhythm A sense of endless coast I think about the impression I leave in the shifting, hot Earth that my body is at once Sculptor and product of I sit at the point Where the flowing states Are a friend of perception
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Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 6:27 PM UTC
Flowing
An expansive downward world Folds into the distance Color and rhythm A sense of endless coast I think about the impression I leave in the shifting, hot Earth that my body is at once Sculptor and product of I sit at the point Where the flowing states Are a friend of perception
Sunburnt.
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Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 6:27 PM UTC
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