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Searching the attic boxes unfold as homes parish An addict thrives in times of content As she poses light captures through one glass eye a dark cell an over exposed memory a broken man’s watch predicts turns fine a fixation on the destination defines troubled times once left behind
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Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 8:55 PM UTC
A Short Renku
Searching the attic boxes unfold as homes parish An addict thrives in times of content As she poses light captures through one glass eye a dark cell an over exposed memory a broken man’s watch predicts turns fine a fixation on the destination defines troubled times once left behind
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Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 8:55 PM UTC
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