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A pass between the ceiling stints, ivy sinews, and unhinged bricks. The broken glass still shifts and cracks in narrow steps of a time passed. Streams of oil, weaving between, to a seamless, tar and fissure, smoke clouds pummel, passing stranger, surging street lights, to the waves of. On the edge of the coming rain, consignment times as beauty lies.
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Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 11:40 PM UTC
As Beauty Lies
A pass between the ceiling stints, ivy sinews, and unhinged bricks. The broken glass still shifts and cracks in narrow steps of a time passed. Streams of oil, weaving between, to a seamless, tar and fissure, smoke clouds pummel, passing stranger, surging street lights, to the waves of. On the edge of the coming rain, consignment times as beauty lies.
Murals, Surrealism
matt-sol
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Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 11:40 PM UTC
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