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He, she, they, Called out but once Into red flowers, gravel paths, and steam, then resurfaced somewhere in **** Without stepping on the sea Lost, drinking in a bath of silence, bleached under fingernails, and left The eye at the centre of the city, where we all have names but no address
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Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 3:15 PM UTC
The Eye at the Centre of the City
He, she, they, Called out but once Into red flowers, gravel paths, and steam, then resurfaced somewhere in **** Without stepping on the sea Lost, drinking in a bath of silence, bleached under fingernails, and left The eye at the centre of the city, where we all have names but no address
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Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 3:15 PM UTC
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